Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 2001

Chapter 2001: Midnight Call

Luther bent down and lifted Joyce upright, "Let me take you to the room."

He felt fortunate that she did not ask him to sleep in another room, as he could not bear to be away from her all day.

As he reached the bedside, he gently laid her down and reached out to help her remove her nightgown. She still had a camisole on underneath, which was just right for sleeping. Joyce did not stop him and allowed him to undress her with tenderness before she slipped under the covers.

Luther loosened the drawstring around his waist, took a step onto the bed, lifted the covers, and lay down beside her. Instantly, the entire bed warmed up. Joyce nestled into his embrace, closed her eyes, but not before giving him a warning.

"Tonight, you must absolutely not touch me. It's been too frequent, and I can't take it. Otherwise, don't think about coming into the room tomorrow night."

"Don't worry," Luther held her close, "I promise."

Of course, he would restrain himself. After all, her body had just recovered, and the loss of control in the afternoon was merely an accident. He was not an animal. What could be more important than holding his wife while sleeping at night?

Joyce found a comfortable position in his arms and quickly fell asleep. Luther was not very tired, but having Joyce in his arms made him feel at ease. The recent days had been calm and comfortable, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that something was not quite real. There was an underlying worry that it was all a facade, deliberately created by someone, or a brief moment of peace given by others. He didn't know why, but he always had this feeling – a hunter giving its prey a moment to catch its breath.

In his mind, the figure of Grayson appeared. Although he knew that the matter was far from over, there was no news at all, making him uneasy. Grayson came and went without a trace, leaving behind no information. He appeared out of nowhere and disappeared just as quickly. Luther didn't know when he would return, which was the most frightening part. He fretted in his mind, feeling anxious.

At that moment, Joyce, who was in his arms, suddenly moved. Luther stiffened, afraid to disturb her peaceful sleep. It wasn't until she settled down again that he reached out to touch her pretty face, then her jaw, and finally her neck.

Her sleeping position was less than flattering, with her long legs hanging unabashedly around his waist in an ambiguous posture.

To him, it felt like a test. He chuckled softly, sighed, and shook his head.

She didn't realize the endless temptation she posed, always tempting him, yet blaming him for lacking self-control. He was no saint. He couldn't help but kiss her sweet, plump lips. The taste was so sweet that he couldn't stop kissing her, moving down to her neck, pulling her closer to him. He was beginning to lose control, but managed to restrain himself. When he saw her frown in her sleep, he took a few deep breaths to calm down.

He lay beside her, closed his eyes, and tried to clear his mind of distractions. But his body still burned with heat. Turning to his side, he looked at Joyce's serene sleeping face and shook his head in self-mockery. This tantalizing little devil was able to have her in his arms, which was already the happiest thing in the world.

Thinking about it, he hugged her, feeling the warmth between them, and gradually drifted off to sleep.

It was the middle of the night when a sudden ringing of the phone pierced the room. The sound was urgent, one after another. Luther abruptly opened his eyes, and Joyce sat up too. They were both awakened by the phone's ringtone.

Luther casually turned on the night light in the room, casting a dim light across the room. The phone screen flashed with incoming calls not far from the bedside. Luther and Joyce exchanged a glance.

"It's your phone," Luther said.