Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1942

Chapter 1942: Bright Places Are Better Than Dark Places

It was evening.

Luther returned home and had already heard about what had happened during the day.

As soon as he walked in, Alisha and Anderson surrounded him, with Alisha even asking for a hug.

Bending down, Luther picked up Alisha, holding her close and booping her little nose, "Is Alisha being good?"

"Yes, Alisha was waiting for daddy to come back." Alisha planted a big kiss on Luther's cheek, "Daddy is back late today."

"Oh really?" Luther raised an eyebrow, looking around, "Where is mommy? Did she come back before me?"

"Yes. Mommy went upstairs to change clothes." Anderson rolled his eyes, "You always come back the latest every day."

"Alright." Luther shrugged, "I promise, next time I'll come back earlier."

Anderson scoffed, "Yeah, right. Men's words are like ghosts. But considering how busy you are with work, coming back every day is already good. Much better than those scumbags who claim to love their children when they're clearly not even home."

Luther, "..."

This kid, always exposed to all sorts of nonsense.

"Watch your words, don't corrupt your little sister." Luther complained.

"Okay, come inside already. It's time for dinner, Grandma insisted on waiting for you. I'm starving." Anderson put his hands behind his back and turned, walking back as if he were an adult.

Luther, "..."

He put Alisha down, "You guys eat first, I'll go change and talk to mommy for a bit, then I'll be right down."

"Hurry up, Grandma is waiting for you guys." Alisha bounced into the living room.

Luther went up the spiral staircase and entered the master bedroom, just as Joyce finished changing and was about to come out.

He hugged her, holding her close and taking in her sweet scent with a deep sniff.

Then, he rubbed his face against her neck.

"It tickles." Joyce pushed him away with a smile, "Stop it, you're making me uncomfortable."

"By the way, about what happened today, regarding Munin, you've heard about it, right?" Joyce voluntarily explained, "I talked to Aaron and asked him to give you a heads-up. Munin will temporarily stay downstairs in our building, with the security personnel. You don't mind, do you?"

Luther slightly furrowed his brows, "What could I mind? Besides, you don't have a better arrangement."

"I was worried you might feel uncomfortable, after all, it's a chance encounter." Joyce explained, "I also wanted to hand him over to the police, but it didn't seem appropriate at the moment. This morning, someone shot him in the street. The other party must be formidable."

Luther nodded, "I know, I heard you missed with your shot. Couldn't catch the criminal. Even sharpshooters have off days."

"I didn't miss!" Joyce retorted, "Munin accidentally bumped into my arm, at my level, how could I miss?!"

Luther pinched Joyce's nose and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"Kidding, look how worked up you are."

Joyce scowled, "It's a matter of face, of course it needs to be explained clearly."