Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1638

Chapter 1638: Three Rules of Agreement

Joyce caught a glimpse of the coffee stain on his suit cuff and quickly apologized, "Your clothes got dirty. I'll pay for dry cleaning. Or you can leave me your phone number and address, and I'll have it cleaned and sent to you."

"It's fine, no need," Cloud replied without looking back, suddenly turning around and leaving.

He came to the Capital for business, and encountering Joyce was unexpected. To avoid revealing too much about himself, he had to be cautious.

Joyce watched his figure disappear into the distance, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Strange. The man just now had delicate features and long hair, giving the impression of being refined, but there was a dark aura about him, a strong sense of disharmony that felt peculiar. And most importantly, his skills were too exceptional. How many people in the world could match such a master?

Moreover, his sudden appearance in the Capital... What special meaning did it hold?

She pondered over it but couldn't figure it out.

For some reason, this man's presence made her feel a sense of unease deep in her heart.

She had a feeling that something was about to happen.

Meanwhile, inside the hotel.

Chris reclined on a chair on the hotel terrace. It had rained in the morning, and the sun only came out around noon.

Enjoying the sea breeze and basking in the sunlight, he was on a phone call.

It was Joyce calling him. "Chris, I heard you're leaving the day after tomorrow to return to Alvonia?"

Chris acknowledged, "Yes. I've already scheduled it. Alvonia will send a special plane to pick me up at ten in the morning. You don't have to worry about arranging it."

"Understood. Let's gather tomorrow night. Invite Karl and the others, as well as Kane. After you leave Pascaylia, I also plan to return to Khebury. Tomorrow can be considered as a formal farewell to everyone."

"Oh? You're not planning to stay in the Capital?" Chris was somewhat surprised. He thought Joyce would stay and gradually take over military affairs.

"Yes. We'll discuss the specifics when we meet tomorrow. By the way, where are you? I heard from the guards around you that you haven't been at the secret base recently," Joyce asked.

"I..." Chris paused.

Joyce seemed to realize something. "Oh, you're with Nina, right?"

"Yes," Chris admitted.

"Bring her with you tomorrow. Let everyone meet her and get to know each other. When you're not in Alvonia, it's good for others to take care of her," Joyce suggested.

"Alright."

After Chris agreed, he hung up the phone.

Nina walked out of the room, holding a glass of juice, and came to the luxurious terrace. Since that morning, she had taken a week off. Chris's guards had gone to the school to pick up her clothes, study materials, and violin, and delivered them to the hotel.

She stayed with him in the hotel, occasionally reviewing her lessons and practicing the violin. After all, the exams were approaching, and she couldn't afford to fail and embarrass Dr. Knight.

Day and night, they were either eating or "sleeping."

From the initial embarrassment, she gradually got used to it.

She placed the glass of juice on the coffee table.

When Chris saw her coming out, he encircled her with one arm and had her sit on his lap.

"Are you awake?" he asked.

"Yes. I squeezed a glass of juice for you," Nina shyly lowered her head. Her days and nights were reversed, often forced to stay up all night and dozing off during the day. But it seemed like he had no problem at all, always full of energy and vitality.

Chris glanced at the juice and said, "Hmm, feed me."

Nina hesitated for a moment, then lifted the glass of juice and gently brought it to his lips.

Chris frowned, turned his face away, dissatisfied, and said, "Feed me with your mouth."

Nina bit her lip and didn't dare to defy him.

She took a sip herself first and then covered his lips with hers. She felt like she had been completely tamed by him. No matter how unreasonable he was, she obediently complied. From the initial embarrassment, she had gradually let go.