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Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 224

It was still raining outside, and the "clatter" of rain hitting the windows sounded urgent and sharp.

His magnified handsome face was right in front of her. He seemed very tired, and after a closer look, she realized that he had a dark blue under his eyes. She thought he must have rushed back from Mufron without any rest, and treated her wounds. It must have been a long day for him.

She slept in the middle of the bed, while his slender body, curled up on her side, seemed all a bit pitiful.

Joyce gritted her teeth, when did he sleep on the bed? She thought he would sleep on the couch consciously.

As she tried to move, a slight jolt woke Luther up.

He opened his sleepy eyes and glanced at the time, "It's only nine o'clock, why don't you get more sleep?"

"Why are you sleeping in the bed?" Joyce couldn't help questioning.

"I was sleeping on the sofa, it was you who kept humming in your sleep restless and kept shouting in pain, so I slept next to you and massaged you around the wound from time to time. Later, when I saw you stopped all the humming, I fell asleep." He said it as a matter of course.

"How is that possible? I cried out in pain when I'm asleep?" Her face instantly reddened. He said it as if it was all for her, and it was her need for him that made him sleep in the bed.

"I need to get up." She moved her arm, trying to reach for the phone on the bed.

But when she moved, she pulled the wound, and the pain was too much for her to breathe.

"Don't move around. Let me see how the wound is doing." Luther rolled over and got up.

"Don't …"

As soon as she said that, he had lifted the covers.

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