Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 139

Ha-ha, great.

Shelly looked at her phone with satisfaction.

She thought to herself, just a picture of the two together didn’t really mean much. If she could help them a little more…

She suddenly thought of something. She was so excited that this time she would absolutely ruin Joyce’s reputation.

Joyce was still standing at the roadside hesitating when her cell phone rang the n-th call.

Luther again!

She just could not leave it, Joyce pressed the answer button.

Unexpectedly, there was no voice on the other end of the phone that she expected to be furious.

"Where are you? Why aren't you answering your phone?"

"Oh, I'm near the group headquarters, I'm almost there. The phone was accidentally put on silent and I didn't hear it."

"Where did you just go?" Luther asked on the other end of the phone.

"I … I took a bus from the convention center to come back by myself. The bus broke down on the way and it took a while." She lied, her face reddened unnaturally, "Do you have anything?"

"Nothing. Just a reminder that the design is due tomorrow. Don't forget it." His voice on the phone was calm and she could not know what was in his mind.

"Oh, I know. There's still some work I need to do, but it won’t take long. I'll be home late today, so tell Grandma not to wait for me."

"Hmm."

Toot-toot.

The person on the other end hung up.

Joyce looked at her phone and sighed in relief. Honestly, her heart was racing and her cheeks were burning when she lied. She really just could not lie.

It's a good thing Luther didn't suspect her. Strange, after a dozen calls she didn't answer, he didn't get mad. It was quite unusual.

Without thinking too much about it, Joyce walked into a roadside cafe and ordered an Americano to take away.

It was a place away from the hustle and bustle of the city, at the top of a mountain, with the utmost luxury inside.

Luther was in a private room on the top floor of the clubhouse, and he sat in the corner of the shadowy booth and opened a bottle of champagne by himself.

He lit a cigarette and took two puffs, the scarlet sparks jumping between his fingers, like a pair of flickering eyes in the dark night.

Mathew and Felix were both around feeling bored.

"Luther, why didn't you bring your wife with you today? Bring her over some time and play darts together." Felix asked leisurely.

Mathew glared at Felix, "You're not drunk enough from last time?"

"What do you know?! I want to take your wife to the private room downstairs and kick some asses? They have just boasted how good they are every day. We will definitely have some fun throwing darts with them, and they will definitely get so drunk." Felix retorted.

"If you want to win, practice on your own. Don't expect others to help you." Luther said coldly.

"What? You can’t just practice and get to where Joyce is now! Brother, don't be so stingy, let me borrow your wife for one night. Come on, come on, call her now."

Luther was indifferent and ignored him.