Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 784

After she was done, Joyce sat back down, "Is Mr. Warner satisfied? I'll start eating."

After saying that, she ate up by herself, not bothering to pay attention to him again.

Because she kept her head down all the time when she was eating, she didn't see the shocked and complex expressions that alternately flashed across his face.

Luther kept staring at the shrimp in the bowl, stunned.

She knew that he did not eat onion and garlic. No matter what, it was very difficult to change a habit. The fact that she just subconsciously skimmed off the onion, ginger and garlic for him, set off a huge storm in his heart.

There was excitement, joy, sweetness, and a touch of sourness. She tried her best to shoot Ricky until the last moment, so she must still care for him. Even now, she would habitually skim off the onion and garlic for him. So she remembered! She must still care for him.

Did she still want to deny it?

Could he not be suspicious?

His throat tightened and he tried to question her, but his throat was too hoarse to make any sound.

He clutched the glass tighter and tighter, his knuckles bulging.

Joyce quickly finished her dinner and she stood up, "I'm done, please enjoy your meal."

After saying that, she walked straight to the sofa and sat down to check her phone.

He had just said that it would take another two hours to dry the carpet in her room, and now she still had more than an hour left. She would need to wait a little longer.

She better just check her phone and read some news for a while.

Unexpectedly, after a while, she tilted her head and fell asleep on the sofa.

It was such a tiring day.

Luther finished his dinner and slowly walked to the couch.

Then he saw that she had fallen asleep, and it was such a scene of serenity before him.

The slender fingers were frozen in mid-air, trembling. Finally, he clenched his fingers, tighter and tighter.

Finally, he withdrew his hand.

He did not move any further.

He suddenly flinched. The truth was right in front of him, and he suddenly flinched.

Even if he knew the truth, so what?

If she was not Joyce, he had been desperate for years, and now the only hope in his heart was distinguished like this. He really had no idea how he could pass the long days in the future.

He was afraid, in his heart, that he had the wrong person.

But if she really was Joyce, why didn’t she want to tell him everything? Was it because he had hurt her too much in the past? She never wanted to forgive him, or she hated him?

If that's the case, would his rash move today made her hate him even more and she would stay away from him from now on?