Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1717

Chapter 1717: Can I Hold Her?

"Hehe, I didn't mishear, did I?" Luther's thin lips curved into a sneer.

After more than ten years, it was the first time Christian had voluntarily reminded him.

Christian's handsome face stiffened, showing a hint of embarrassment, but more of it was anger.

"Athena has finally woken up. She has been in a coma all this time. Don't get involved with her anymore. Stay away from her. So, what are you doing here? Why don't you leave?" Christian turned away, avoiding Luther's gaze, still reluctant to face him.

"You don't need to worry about my affairs," Luther sneered. "If you have the ability, you'd better take care of your sister."

Christian furrowed his brows. "My family matters don't concern you. I will naturally take care of her. What about Joyce? Have you thought about her? She came to see me!"

Luther narrowed his eyes sharply, his gaze piercing Christian. "What did you say to her?"

Christian sneered, "What did I say? I've said everything that needed to be said about the past. Are you afraid? You know very well what you've done."

"I am very clear in my heart, but it's always you who are unclear. Christian, we used to be friends, but you have always been blind. Haven't you realized it yet? As for Joyce, I will handle it. I appreciate you saving her, and if you ever need help, I will definitely repay this favor." Luther said solemnly.

"Handle it? Is this how you handle it?" Christian's brows furrowed in anger. Joyce wouldn't come to him unless it was absolutely necessary. He could see the turmoil in Joyce's heart, and he didn't want her to endure any more pain.

"Is this how you treat Joyce? She almost died, and I saved her just so that she could suffer at your hands again? Luther, I warn you, if you can't make her happy, don't blame me for taking her away from you." Christian's face turned cold as he made a firm statement.

Luther clenched his fists tightly.

He clearly felt that compared to four years ago, Christian was deliberately targeting him, which was why he approached Joyce and was somewhat attracted to her. He had always thought that the person Christian liked was Athena.

But now, he suddenly became uncertain.

Christian's expression when mentioning Joyce was clearly different from before. Luther gritted his teeth, feeling an unpleasant sensation rising in his heart. Damn it, emotions change over time, and he had overlooked it.

Luther took a sudden step forward, approaching Christian, and grabbed his collar without hesitation. "What did you say? Let me advise you, don't have any inappropriate thoughts."

Christian immediately grabbed Luther's wrist.

"What? Do you still want to have it both ways? Do you think I will just stand by?"

The tension between the two men was palpable, and they were on the verge of a fight.

The black-clad figures behind them were getting anxious. Mr. Ballard had already led his men into the villa, and they couldn't stop them. If they made a bigger commotion, Athena would definitely find out when she returned. They knew firsthand what she was capable of, and she would surely make them suffer.

Christian's eyes were burning red. "If you insist on staying here with Athena, I will take Joyce away right now and bring her back to my house."

"You dare! Christian, let me tell you, don't you even think about touching a single hair on her. She belongs to me. You're dreaming!" Luther was furious, his hand gripping Christian's collar tightly, his fist clenched, his eyes fixed on Christian's alluring profile, ready to strike.

"Daddy, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, a clear and melodious child's voice sounded behind Luther.