Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 44

Joyce sat up from the couch and was just about to get up.

Luther came out of the bathroom. His black hair was wet with water droplets slipping down and dripping onto his sexy chest. There were water droplets in his defined face.

White bath towel was around his belly button, sexy to the extreme.

Robust physique, strong muscular lines, long and slender legs.

Last night the light was dark, now it was so bright.

She could see it more clearly and realistically.

Thinking about what she did last night, Joyce instantly blushed. After all, she had not been intimate with men before. That he was so "naked" and stood in front of her naturally made her feel embarrassed.

She turned her face away.

"Did you help me change into my pajamas last night?" Luther raised his eyebrows. His eyes were like falcons, looking at her askance.

"Yes, I did it."

It was not okay for Joyce to deny it.

"I didn't throw up. Why did I need to change?" A strange fire jumped in Luther's eyes, "And why am I sleeping in this room."

It seemed that he didn't remember anything after he got off the car yesterday.

"I had to get you here last night when you were drunk and I was the one driving you home. And Grandma was watching us downstairs. We couldn't let Grandma find out we didn't sleep in the same room!" Joyce explained awkwardly.

It was early in the morning. Did he get up with a bad mood?

He was a man. Why did he mind it that she helped him change?

She didn't even care.

He frowned slightly and took a big step closer to her, forcing her to confess more, "Is that so? Why do I get the impression that you're always trying to find ways to undress me?"

"You're sick." Joyce frowned and stood up from the couch, trying to push away from him who was stepping up close to her.