Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 532

"So, do I have beautiful eyes? Have you been charmed by me?" He smiled wickedly.

At this time, she would have to admit, his eyes were indeed very beautiful. Joyce had seen them before actually, but she never had a chance to take a close look. Now that the two of them were so close, she marveled at how unusual they really were. They were cocoa-colored at the first glance, but when she took a closer look, they seemed a bit purple in a mysterious way, and it was like they were actually two bottomless black holes that could suck her into the abyss.

"What exactly is it that you want from me? You are certainly not here just to show me your eyes. Tell me what's going on." Joyce looked impatient, "I really have to get back to work. Get out of the way."

"Work?"

Christian laughed openly as if he had heard a funny joke, "What do you want when you work so hard for Luther? I heard he's getting engaged? The invitations have been received by all the powerful people in high society. Poor you, you're still working for him? You don't look like you're out of your mind, do you?"

"It's my business, it's none of your business."

Joyce frowned. Just now Justin had asked her to think about the future, and now Christian mentioned it again.

"I warned you a long time ago. I asked you to leave Luther, and the Warner family is not for you, and Luther is no good. Look, you were first framed by Shelly, and then wrongly accused of killing Stephanie, and then you were kidnapped, and then your fake marriage was exposed, and then everyone knew you are pregnant and the baby has nothing to do with Luther. The first thing you need to do now is to get married. It would be better to be with me earlier. I'm not going to put you through this." Christian wiggled his fingers and counted them one by one for Joyce to hear.

Joyce didn’t say anything. It's really hard to explain all the mess.

"I don't think the baby in your belly is Justin's." Christian narrowed his phoenix eyes, and a brilliant light passed under his eyes.

Joyce remained silent.

"It can't be, it's Luther's child. But Luther himself does not know?" He ventured a hypothetical guess.

Joyce's breathing tightened sharply, and her pupils contracted.

This small action fell into Christian's eyes. He was extremely perceptive, and he instantly understood.

Interesting, things were getting interesting.