Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 164

"Between you and Luther, I see that you've been getting along quite well lately." Stephanie suddenly said, "I've watched Luther fall for you, and if you change your mind, I can help you."

Joyce froze and quickly denied it, "No, obviously not. Grandma, don't think too much about it. He has Charlotte and is about to give you a grandson. If I can't be your granddaughter-in-law, I can be your goddaughter."

"Huh." Stephanie laughed meaningfully.

She could feel the changes in the way Luther looked at Joyce. Whenever Luther was with her, he would always ask about Joyce. When Joyce was at home, he would always look at her. When Joyce was not at home though, even though he was at home, his heart was not. Of course, she saw all of it.

"Joyce, tell me about your past. I'm curious." Stephanie asked with a gentle look.

"I've told you about how I grew up in an orphanage and went to college. I've told you all about the first aid volunteer training." Joyce sat up next to Stephanie and leaned on her shoulder.

"I like to hear about your past. Do you have any hobbies? Tell me all about them." Stephanie took Joyce's hand and caressed the back of Joyce's hand with a relaxed look.

"Hmm." Joyce thought for a moment, "I grew up loving to shoot. When I was young, I used to be good at slingshotting those bad kids, and although we were all orphans, no one around dared to bully us. Then after school, my talents were discovered by the school and I was sent to learn to shoot. I once won the championship in the 50m pistol junior competition, and then gave up shooting for some reasons." She has never told anyone about her shooting past, and when she told her grandmother today, she only told the general story, leaving out the Justin part.

"Pistol shooting?!" Stephanie shuddered slightly. Just suddenly she got a strange feeling, but she didn’t know what could be wrong. This hobby was really quite special. She could not see that Joyce was even a marksman.

After the two made small talk for a while.

Joyce looked up at the Western clock in the living room and stood up, "Grandma, it's time for me to go to work."

Oddly enough, she didn't have to work today, but Casey still called her to come over, knowing that these matters could be handled on Monday.