Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1605

Chapter 1605 She Died Long Ago

Joyce pushed open the door of the VIP ward. She had just called the doctor and knew that Luther was awake. She also understood that his latest examination reports were all normal.

She was slightly relieved.

The moment the door opened, she saw Luther standing in the bathroom doorway, his slender body leaning against the side of the door.

Although his handsome face was pale, it was clean and refreshing, with a spirited look.

A pair of deep black piercing eyes, when looking at her, did not move for a moment, with flowing clear waves, full of affection.

Joyce's lips trembled slightly. She wanted to call him but choked up, unable to say a word.

Judging from his appearance and the way he looked at her, it seemed unhindered. The worst fear of amnesia did not seem to have happened.

Her heart thumped. Somewhat excited but afraid of disappointment.

Instead, Anderson poked his little head out from beside her and affectionately called out, "Dad, you're awake, you're okay."

Luther showed a smile, waved his hand gently and stretched out his arms, "Come here, Andres, give Dad a hug."

Anderson hopped over happily and threw himself into Luther's arms.

Luther did not pick him up but bent down slightly, put his arms around Anderson's shoulders and said, "Andres has suffered. Fortunately, everything's fine now. Andres has grown up. There's nothing to worry about anymore."

Seeing this warm scene.

Joyce breathed a sigh of relief. Great, Luther didn't have amnesia and still remembered them.

At this time, Luther put his arm around Andres' shoulders. He gave Joyce an unsatisfied look and said, "What are you standing there for?"

He teased, "Don't you recognize me anymore?"

"Nonsense." Joyce's face flushed red. She took two steps forward but was pulled into his warm embrace by Luther.

Luther put one arm around Anderson and the other around Joyce, giving him an extraordinarily fulfilling sense of satisfaction.

Great, they were both by his side.

"Why aren't you lying in bed properly? Your wound hasn't healed yet, getting out of bed and running around everywhere." Joyce scolded in a low voice.

Luther kissed the top of her hair, "What, my wife, am I not even allowed to go to the bathroom?"

He reached out and touched Joyce's flat belly, although flat, it was nurturing their child.

He asked concernedly, "Is our baby okay? Is it hurt? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Joyce nodded, "I'm fine. He's fine."

Luther looked distressed as he lifted her chin, stroked her neck. Today she was wearing a silk scarf. He knew she was wearing it to cover the scars left when Otis held her hostage with a dagger.

He reached out and untied the silk scarf, revealing a shallow, congealed bloodstain on her neck.

He gently caressed the scar, extremely distressed. When he saw her in danger, his heart almost exploded. This kind of pain, this fear, he couldn't bear it.

"Does it hurt?" His voice was as gentle as water.

"Just a little scratch. You should worry more about yourself instead of me. You're the one who's injured, okay?" She was slightly annoyed.

Looking down, she saw his abdominal wound which was slightly red. She frowned slightly, "Let me help you into bed. I see your wound is still oozing blood."

Luther moved slowly and got back into bed.