Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 886

The Capital, Pascaylia.

Joyce packed her things in the hotel.

Kane had already taken the materials he needed for work as well as some of her luggage. So there was very little left.

After she had packed up everything, it turned out it was probably just two suitcases.

She didn't need to check out of the hotel herself, and she had informed Luther just now, so she took the two suitcases directly to the lobby by elevator.

Kane said he'd pick her up and should be there soon.

Joyce pushed her suitcase while waiting in the lobby.

Several waiters around her peeked at her and whispered.

Joyce frowned, and looked down at herself, but found nothing unusual. Why were they looking at her with such strange eyes?

She pretended not to care and listened carefully to what they were talking about.

"Eh, isn't this that woman last night?"

"Which one?"

"You weren't there last night, so you didn't see it. There was a very, very handsome man. He was holding her and walking in from the parking lot, and this woman kept flirting with that man. She kept running her hand up and down that man – his face, and his chest. She even asked if he had a girlfriend. How bold! Finally, the man picked her up and walked into the elevator, and she kept yelling and screaming that she wanted to go back to her room quickly and sleep together with that man. The whole hall could hear it. Eh, that’s too much. At my age, I feel embarrassed enough just to hear it."

"Really, wow! She looked quite normal now."

"You didn't see how loose she was yesterday. Constantly groping that man. And that man just let her do whatever she wanted to do and did not move at all."

"Urgh! She really doesn’t look like she would do such a thing!"

"Nowadays, people are kind of strange. They can go back to their rooms and toss and turn as much as they like, but they can't help it in the hall?"

"Yes. And, now the women are more and more active, or should I say, shameless."

Joyce listened and her face turned pale.

Were they talking about her? She could not believe they were talking about her!

God, she had absolutely no memory of doing such a thing when she was drunk, and Luther told her that nothing had happened. She just knew it! How could that be?

Her face was on fire and she felt so shameful.

Oh my God, she did such a thing in the hall! What the hell did she do back in the room,?

She simply dreaded to think about it.

In addition to the waiters who spoke just now, there were also several people at the front desk looking toward her, all of whom must have been employees who were on duty last night and saw what happened.

She felt like she couldn't stay there any longer. Fortunately, she checked out today, or else it would have been so embarrassing to stay in the hotel.

Thinking of it, she hurriedly dragged her suitcase and walked to the front door of the hotel to wait for Kane.

The cold wind blew on her face, but it did not blow away the dry heat on her face. Instead, it went all the way to the root behind her scarlet ear.

Fortunately, Kane was already there and he pulled over.

He stopped in front of Joyce.

Kane got out of the car, opened the trunk, and then came up to help Joyce with her suitcases.

"Sister, are you feeling hot? You look so bad?" Kane looked at Joyce, whose cheeks were blushing, and couldn't help but ask.

"Really?" Joyce subconsciously touched her cheek, "Oh, maybe it’s the shower I took in the morning."