Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1624

Chapter 1624: Do It Yourself

Damn man, she knew he had bad intentions from the beginning. He used taking a bath as an excuse to tease her. Just as she was about to get angry, he leaned in and firmly grasped her lips with his thin ones.

In the bathroom, the water faucet fell to the ground, spraying water everywhere, and the hot steam filled the room, making it hazy and indistinct.

The intense and hot kiss continued to escalate and entangle. Luther held up her chin with one hand and quietly unbuttoned her buttons with the other. The clothes slowly fell to the ground.

In the room, on the big bed, after taking a bath. Luther was lying flat on the bed, his upper body bare, and his lower body wrapped in a towel. Because his wound got wet during the bath, he needed to disinfect and apply ointment again.

Joyce, dressed in a bathrobe, brought a first aid kit and took out gauze, disinfectant, tweezers and other tools to clean Luther's wound. He had more than a dozen stitches on his abdomen, even with the use of cosmetic needles, the scar would probably still be left.

When she was cleaning, Luther made a soft groan, "It hurts, be gentle." Joyce glared at him angrily, "You know how to hurt? You could have taken a bath properly, and the wound wouldn't have been soaked in water. You're not helping the wound recover by doing this."

Despite her complaints, she still used a gentler approach. The bath just now was too hot, and his kiss made her lose herself to the point where she almost couldn't find herself. They were honest with each other, and her cheeks were still so hot she could boil an egg.

Luckily, he had some self-awareness and didn't make any further moves. Joyce helped him reapply the ointment and put on the plaster, and just as she was about to get up, her wrist was suddenly held by him.

"Don't go," Luther's voice was hoarse.

"What else do you want to do?" Joyce glared at him, turning her head.

"I'm uncomfortable," Luther glanced at his lower body, "I can't take it anymore."

"It's your own fault!" Joyce's eyes widened, "If you knew it would be like this, why play with fire in the bathroom?"

Luther pulled her into his arms with force, "You know what I want."

"I don't want to. Absolutely not." Joyce understood what he meant, and her cheeks became even hotter. "The doctor said you couldn't do strenuous exercise. Don't even think about it." He was too outrageous. He didn't even realize how many injuries he had. He was still thinking about this kind of thing.