Chapter 89
Early the next morning.
Joyce woke up from her daze.
The heat in her body subsided a lot.
She still felt hot but at least it was bearable now.
The first thing that flashed into her memory was that she was attacked by a strange man in the alley.
She sat up in fear and settled down when she saw that she was sleeping in the Warner family's main house.
She remembered that it was Luther who rushed over last night, fought off the thugs, and brought her back.
And then later ...
As her mind got clearer, memories came flooding back.
Her face was hot and burning, and it seemed that she had done something to Luther last night...
She also took the initiative to kiss him, and the two almost Thinking of this, she looked down and covered her cheeks with both hands.
It's a shame.
"Awake?"
Luther's relaxed voice came.
Joyce realized that Luther was sitting on the couch in the room, nicely dressed already.
Immediately when she saw him, she remembered what she did last night, and her face reddened involuntarily.
Her blushing expression was actually so cute.
Her pinky face, scarlet lips, and her bare neck beyond the pajamas.
Damn, he just could not move his eyes away.
"Do you remember what happened last night? What did you do to me, remember?"
Luther asked with a touch of teasing as he folded his legs.
Joyce lowered her head and was tempted to play dead.
She remembered everything.
She fumbled all around his body, and she could still remember the touch.
She was almost stripping him naked.
"No … I don't remember ...” Joyce replied sheepishly.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Author wasted so much time describing how Joyce looked, more than once, no wonder the book is so long because we keep reading the same things over again...
Sorry I really hate weak stupid women. Poor stupid Joyce being played like the idiot she is huh...
Just loving this story,totally hooked on this!...
Update please writer..you have more bright ideas .like the stories...
Update please..i really like the story.i appreciate the wittiness of the writer.. great job...