Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1944

Chapter 1944: The Sky Won't Fall Before Her

A shadow of embarrassment flickered across Luther's handsome face.

"You found out?" he cautiously probed.

"During dinner, I sensed something was off with you. I know your taste too well. Even if you try to please my mother and say the food is good, you unconsciously furrow your brow. It's a habitual gesture of yours. But today, you didn't do that at all. I noticed it then. After that, I carefully observed you eat every dish. Your complexion looked terrible, absent-minded. We were talking, but you often zoned out. So I knew something was definitely wrong," Joyce suddenly threw herself into his arms. "Don't hide it from me. Tell me quickly, did you just talk to Dr. Orik? What happened? Tell me."

Luther held her tightly. "I didn't want to hide it from you. There's no point in keeping it from you. I just haven't confirmed it yet. The person I just talked to was Dr. Jocelyn. Yes, it seems like my sense of taste is having some issues."

"What kind of issues exactly?" Joyce looked up from his embrace, a hint of nervousness in her eyes. "Has your sense of taste disappeared?"

"It hasn't completely disappeared, I can still taste a bit," Luther explained. "It didn't happen overnight, it has been fading slowly for a few days. Until today, it suddenly diminished a lot. I suspect it might completely disappear in a couple of days."

"Why though? Did Dr. Jocelyn explain?" Joyce bit her lip, feeling at a loss.

Luther shook his head. "She mentioned that from the last time she drew my blood, although the toxins seemed to have been cleared on the surface, they are actually striking back. The loss of taste is one of the side effects."

"Does she have a solution?" Joyce's eyes welled up. Just now she held hope, now she was beginning to feel despair little by little.

"There's no good solution for now, we can only take it step by step," Luther shook his head, trying to console her. "Talking out here will raise the children's suspicions. Let's go inside. This situation is as it is now, it's not something we can control. It's better to wait for the results."

His hand slipped up, holding her waist. Trying to lead her inside.

Joyce couldn't hold back her tears, a crystal droplet slid from her eye.

"Don't. If I go inside like this now, I'll be easily found out by them. Let me have a moment."

She took a deep breath, lifted her head, trying desperately to stop her tears from falling.

"Don't cry," Luther raised a hand, gently brushing away the glistening tears from her eyes. "In my heart, you will always be so strong, even without me, you can..."

Joyce hastily covered his thin lips with her hand.

"What do you mean? Did Dr. Jocelyn say there's no hope? I don't want to hear you say such things."

Luther didn't speak, just furrowed his brows.

Joyce let go of his hand. "I can't be without you. The children can't be without their father. If something happens to you, I will never forgive you in this life or the next."

A pang struck Luther's heart, her words filled with sorrow and anger infected him.

"Dr. Jocelyn didn't say it's hopeless, only if we find the original code of the microbe. That's the only way to detoxify," he tried to sound light-hearted. "I wanted to say what I just said earlier, you didn't let me finish. I wanted to say, even without me, you are the most radiant presence in this world. I will love you forever."

Joyce tightened her grip on his arms, exerting more force.

She gritted her teeth, "I understand. We rejoiced too soon before. Fortunately, I haven't given up on finding the original code of the microbe. I've been searching all this time, everything left behind related to Otis and the military research team. We still have time. I will find a way."

All of this, the poison he was afflicted with, was all because of her. She couldn't give up, and shouldn't blame him. She absolutely must find a solution. Even if the sky were to fall, it wouldn't crush her.