Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 2089

Chapter 2089: How Can a Sharpshooter's Hand Be Injured?

Clint lay heavily on Joyce, both of them completely relaxed. Joyce used her last bit of strength to push him off. "Don't press on me, I can hardly breathe."

Clint was already injured and now lay on the ground, unwilling to move. Joyce glanced at him; his arms and hands were covered with various degrees of scrapes from flying debris. Though he lay on his back, she could imagine his back was in no better condition. In contrast, she was unharmed.

Joyce frowned. "Why did you shield me? Don't think I'll be grateful for this."

Clint, pale and weak, managed a faint smile. "How can a sharpshooter's hand be injured?"

Joyce was stunned. She hadn't considered that protecting her hands might have been his intention.

There was no time to think further. A Black Hawk helicopter hovered overhead. The door opened and two people descended on ropes.

Joyce immediately saw Luther, dressed in black, the first to leap down from the rope. Though they had been apart only a few hours since last night, it felt like an eternity filled with life-and-death moments. Without thinking, she ran to him and threw herself into his arms before he could even steady himself.

She held him tightly, unwilling to let go. Luther almost lost his balance but managed to stand firm after taking a step back. He quickly removed the rope from his body and held her securely. Her warmth reassured him, calming his restless heart.

No words were needed; their silence spoke volumes.

After a moment, Luther pulled back slightly to look her over anxiously. "Are you hurt anywhere? Are you okay?"

She looked disheveled, her clothes barely covering her and bloodstains visible, though mostly from wiping away rather than injuries.

Joyce shook her head. "No, I'm not hurt."

Luther breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm sorry I was late. Thank goodness you held on."

Joyce's voice choked with emotion. "I knew you'd come for me, so I kept going. I missed you so much."

She hugged him tighter, feeling increasingly dependent on him and unwilling to be apart for even a second. Her heart pounded wildly with joy, excitement, lingering fear, and relief.

Overwhelmed by emotion, she stood on tiptoe and kissed his chin, feeling the rough stubble prickling her lips-a sign of his anxiety for her safety.

"I love you," she whispered.

Luther couldn't hold back any longer and kissed her deeply under the morning light and gentle breeze, ignoring everyone else around them.

Her lips were cold; his were burning hot as he transferred warmth to her while kissing her and wrapping her in his jacket to cover her body.

Joyce nestled in his jacket, her white arms wrapped tightly around his neck as the helicopter's rotor blades whipped up a fierce wind that sent grass clippings swirling around them.

They were oblivious to everything but each other, lost in their kiss as if they were the only two people left in the world.

The scene was breathtakingly beautiful.