Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1982

Chapter 1982 Holding Hands

In the evening.

Luther took Joyce, along with Anderson and Alisha, as well as Cecelia, and they all set off for the hospital together.

After checking on Wilson and Cullen in the hospital's infant incubator.

Cecelia drove alone with Anderson and Alisha to a nearby mountain observatory to watch the meteor shower, with cold weather and several bodyguards accompanying them. The observatory was crowded and lively tonight, with Luther having reserved the best stargazing spot on the top floor just for their group's use.

Luther took Joyce home first.

As soon as they arrived home, Luther couldn't wait to pick up Joyce and head to the top floor.

"I have legs, why do you always have to carry me?" Joyce took off the cloak from her body in exasperation, "And, you keep draping this cloak over me, I'm suffocating."

"You are now the focus of protection. Draping a cloak over you is not about protecting you from the cold, it's just that your resistance is low. It's better to be cautious." Luther explained, "Besides, I just want to hold you. Is that okay?"

Joyce blushed slightly, "Okay, it's up to you."

With a low chuckle, Luther carried Joyce up to the top floor of the house.

On the other side of the top floor's hot spring, there was a large terrace enclosed in seamless high-definition glass panels, giving the appearance of being inside a giant crystal glass box from the outside.

Luther gently clapped his hands, and the small night lights inside turned on. The dim light bathed the room in a warm glow, creating a cozy atmosphere.

He put Joyce down.

As soon as Joyce touched the ground, she was almost stunned by the sight before her. She had never been to this terrace after coming home. The house was too large, with many rooms, and she couldn't possibly visit every room every day.

The ground was covered with rose petals, and vases of fresh flowers were placed around the terrace. Despite the cold weather, it felt like spring had arrived in an instant.

In the middle of the terrace, there was a two-person reclining chair, and Luther went ahead to light a warm candle on the table in front of it. The candlelight flickered, just like her trembling heart at that moment.

She looked back at Luther, "All of this is for me?"

Luther smiled but didn't say anything. He embraced Joyce as they sat down on the reclining chair. He pulled her into his arms, and they lay down together.

"It's been a long time since we enjoyed some quiet time together. Let's spend tonight just the two of us." Luther said.

Joyce's eyes shimmered, feeling even more moved.

Indeed, she had met him again with Anderson, but never had they had this moment of romantic seclusion. This man was so thoughtful, knowing exactly what she desired in her heart, even though she had never said it out loud. But he somehow knew that she also appreciated romance.

"It's almost 9 o'clock, this angle is perfect for viewing." Luther leaned in and kissed her forehead.

Joyce extended her arms and embraced him, nodding gently.