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.
She fed the cool juice into his mouth.
Chris took the opportunity to capture her small, delicate lips.
What started as a simple act of drinking juice became something more than that.
Not satisfied with just a kiss, he carried her in his arms and walked back to the room.
By the time they were done, it was already afternoon.
Nina nestled in his embrace, her small hand holding onto him, her breath never calming down.
At least over these few days, she had been trained not to faint halfway through.
Chris leaned against the back of the bed, gently stroking hershort hair that reached her ears.
"Tomorrow night, come with me to meet some people," he said.
"Oh." Nina nodded and asked, "Is it the ones you mentioned before? General Joyce? Business tycoon Luther? Special Investigation Department Commissioner Gregory? And his wife?"
In these past few days, Chris had mentioned them, giving her a general understanding of the situation and why Chris had come to Pascaylia. She also learned how Karl had uncovered her true identity. She was grateful to them because without their intervention, she would still be living in hell, unable to escape Senator Hughes, and unaware of her biological father's identity.
"Yes. I want you to meet them so that when I'm not around, they can take care of you," Chris explained.
Upon hearing that he was leaving, Nina's eyes dimmed.
Unconsciously, the week was almost over, and the day after tomorrow, he would be leaving. After the dinner gathering tomorrow night, he would take her back to school. After that, who knew how long it would be until they could see each other again?
The more they were together, the harder it was to part.
He hadn't left yet, but she was already feeling melancholic.
Feeling the trembling person in his arms, Chris lowered his head and lifted her chin.
"Don't want me to leave?" he asked.
Nina kept her head down, unable to admit it.
"Who was heartless before? Refusing to come back to Alvonia with me, and letting my child wander in a foreign land without a name or recognition?" Chris gently caressed her chin.
Nina pressed her head even lower.
"I'm sorry... I..." She didn't know what to say, but she truly lacked the confidence to stand by his side, shining brightly.
Seeing her self-pitying appearance, Chris sighed.
They were right.
Even if he forcefully took her back, she would only become a caged bird, kept and nurtured. In that case, she would have even less confidence and would find it harder to bear the pressure of the royal family.
He could only endure and give her time to grow.
He straightened up a bit and held her in front of him.
His expression suddenly turned serious. "Forget it, let's not talk about it. I'll let you stay in the Capital to finish repairing the violin. I'm leaving the day after tomorrow. Before I leave, let's agree on three rules."
"Ah." Nina looked up.
Three rules of agreement? Wasn't she obedient enough? He had already left two guards to look after her 24/7. What more restrictions did he want to impose on her?
Chris pinched her nose. "Any objections?"
Nina shook her head vigorously, resembling a rattle drum.
"None."
Even if she did have any objections, she wouldn't dare to voice them.
"Good." Chris nodded in satisfaction. "Listen carefully."
"First, when you wake up every morning, the first thing you do is send me a text message. And before you go to bed at night, the last thing you do is send me a text message. You can't miss a day."
"Oh." Nina nodded, understanding his first rule.