Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1769

Chapter 1769: I'm Jealous

"Okay." Joyce didn't refuse.

She naturally understood that their current actions were aimed at Christian's beloved sister, Athena. Not only was she his sister, but also the person Christian loved. His mood must not be good at the moment.

With Christian's shrewdness, he must have already noticed some clues. Otherwise, he wouldn't have actively sought her out, dismissed everyone else, and brought her here.

"Do you like drinking green tea?" Joyce pointed to the tea leaves placed in front of Christian. "It's hard to imagine since green tea has a lighter taste."

Christian sat across from Joyce, rinsed the teapot, and poured boiling water over the tea leaves. The emerald green leaves rolled and unfurled in the boiling water, looking fresh and vibrant.

"Actually, I didn't drink tea before, especially not green tea. I picked up this habit from Athena." Christian poured a cup of tea for Joyce and pushed it gently towards her.

Joyce was surprised that the topic quickly shifted to Athena. She had brought up green tea unintentionally.

"Hehe, many people from the Rohomes family like drinking green tea. It's not surprising." Joyce continued the conversation.

She picked up the cup in front of her. The tea was hot, so she sipped it carefully. When the tea cooled slightly, she drank it all in one gulp.

"The tea is indeed good. It's a pity that I don't have the mood for it. I don't like drinking tea." Joyce spoke calmly. "Some people claim to like drinking tea, but they don't truly appreciate it. They only use it as a way to display a serene and leisurely image. Such people often act more ruthlessly. It's like many people who worship Buddha, but how many of them truly have Buddha in their hearts? It's just a result of accumulating sins and wealth, feeling unworthy of their virtues, and unable to find peace in their hearts. That's all."

Christian paused, raising his gaze to Joyce's eyes, a touch of depth appearing in his own.

He put down the teacup in his hand.

She was right; he wasn't a tea drinker either. He sought peace of mind. Athena wasn't either. Tea was just a tool for Athena to conceal her true nature, making it difficult for people to see through her, to understand her intentions.

"You're more perceptive than before," Christian smiled slightly, his gaze showing admiration.

"Hehe, even if I had experienced death, I still wouldn't be able to see through everything. I can only say that my attachments run deep." Joyce remained composed. Her beautiful face, framed by the scenery outside the window, appeared tranquil and serene.

Christian's eyes dimmed.

Someone who had experienced death but still couldn't let go of their attachments naturally referred to Athena.

He sighed.

"I already know about Alisha's situation. I'm sorry I didn't discover that someone had tampered with Alisha back then; otherwise, we wouldn't be facing this disaster. It's my responsibility. I apologize."

"You're my benefactor, there's no need for you to apologize." Joyce looked deeply into Christian's eyes. "You know, I've always been grateful to you. I have no way to repay you. I can't fulfill what I owe you. You don't owe me anything."