Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1702

Chapter 1702: Falling Ill

Luther raced all the way to Athena's seaside villa.

In the late night, everything was pitch black, with only a faint light illuminating the courtyard. The withered branches trembled in the wind, creating a cold and eerie atmosphere.

Several black-clad individuals stood guard at the entrance. When they saw Luther, they respectfully stepped aside.

Frowning, Luther forcefully pushed open the door and walked in.

"Athena! You better be telling the truth! Otherwise, I won't let you off!" His anger grew stronger as he entered the seaside villa in the middle of the night. Athena had called him there, claiming that Alisha was sick and looking for her father.

He couldn't be sure which words of this wicked woman were true and which were lies.

When it concerned Alisha, he had to rush over regardless of everything else.

At this moment, Athena was sitting in the living room. When she saw Luther, she wheeled her wheelchair closer to him. "What's wrong? Are you angry? Bringing you out from that bitch's side. Aren't you happy?"

Luther clenched his fist, struggling to control his anger. He couldn't stand Athena calling Joyce a bitch. He wanted nothing more than to make Athena shut up forever.

Athena pushed her wheelchair closer, her gaze greedily fixed on Luther's handsome face, unable to look away.

Suddenly, she noticed a faint scratch on his slightly open collar, revealing a glimpse of bare skin. Her eyes widened, burning with jealousy.

"Did you sleep with that bitch?" Athena nearly roared.

Following her malicious gaze, Luther instinctively touched his neck. There was an uneven mark there, a scratch left when things became intense and Joyce couldn't resist his advances, unable to withstand his assault.

He adjusted his collar, and a cold chill flickered in his eyes.

"What about Alisha? Is she really sick?" He changed the subject and asked.

Athena took a deep breath, suppressing her anger. She glared at Luther's covered neck, her chest heaving. "Do you still care about Alisha? She has a high fever and keeps calling for you. But you have the time to sleep with that bitch?"

"Open the passage and let me see Alisha," Luther said impatiently, not wanting to talk to her any longer.

Athena endured it and gestured to the black-clad individuals beside her to activate the passage.

As the partition opened, the glass door also opened.

Luther anxiously looked inside and saw Alisha lying on the bed, her little face pale. She closed her eyes and murmured incessantly.

His heart ached. Athena hadn't lied to him; Alisha was really sick.

He rushed to the bed in a single stride and quickly embraced Alisha. Her small body was soft and weak, as if she had no strength, fragile and delicate. He whispered, "Daddy, it's Daddy, right?"

After asking, as if afraid he would leave, she used her weak little hands to grip his clothes tightly, refusing to let go.

"It's me, Daddy is here to see you," Luther held her tenderly. Lowering his head, he saw her tightly holding onto his clothes, her grip so tight that he felt his heart shattering.

"What happened? How did Alisha suddenly have a high fever?" Luther turned around abruptly and questioned Athena.

Athena smiled and sneered, "She's just a child, how would I know why she's sick? Maybe she missed you. Who made you not by her side?"