Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 891

"Huh. Feed you?!"

Joyce simply wanted to pick up the glass in her hand and smash it hard at his handsome face.

They were now at home and it would take time to clean it up if it got dirty, and Anderson was around, so she didn't want to make it look bad.

Suddenly, he reached out and yanked her hard.

She lost her balance and fell directly into his arms.

Before she landed in his embrace, his arms passed around her waist and wrapped tightly around her.

She clutched the glass in her hand tightly and didn't dare to make a sound, because she was afraid to startle Anderson, who was playing a game beside her. Just now she had almost accidentally knocked it all over.

She tried to move his hand away, but she was locked up by the hand firmly and could hardly move at all.

She turned back at him with a deadly glare.

"You fed me." He was now like a complete scoundrel, "Last night, when you were drunk, it was also me who fed you the sober pills."

She froze. Last night? She took sober pills?

After she heard what he said, she finally got a little bit of the scattered memories about last night back. Indeed, she took something very bitter, and she could hardly bear it. No wonder when she got up in the morning, there was still a residual bitterness in her mouth.

She thought it was the aftertaste of the red wine, but it turned out to be the sober pills.

"So you can remember it now?" He looked at her with amusement in his eyes.

"Mommy, did you drink yesterday?" Anderson suddenly looked up and asked. In fact, he had heard it when they were talking at the door earlier, but only now did he ask.

"Ah, I drank a little. Anderson, you play the game first." Joyce whipped her head around and didn’t want to talk more about it with him.

Luther raised an eyebrow, "A little?"

Joyce hurriedly shoved the glass to his thin lips, stopping him from continuing to speak, "I’m feeding you now. Drink it." She lifted the glass and the brown liquid was almost poured into his mouth.

Luther almost choked on her rough moves.

He took her hand and held it steady, and he finished the entire glass soon.

After he finished drinking, he looked at her with a sultry expression, "That's not how I fed you last night, and you were too rough." He pulled out a napkin from the coffee table and gently wiped the corner of his lips.

"How did you feed me?" Joyce froze and subconsciously pursued the question.

How did he feed her then?

"You were lying down, and you would not open your mouth at that time. So tell me, how was I supposed to feed you?" He reclined against the sofa, supported his forehead with one hand, and looked at her with amusement.

Joyce just felt a "boom" in her head, and her cheeks were suddenly hot.

After she heard him, she seemed to think of something again.

On the lips, she seemed to remember the warm and soft feeling. Last night she seemed to be constantly nibbling on something.

The memories come back little by little, though they were only some blurred fragments.

But that was enough to give her a shock.

So she kissed him last night? Later, did he feed her the medicine with his mouth?

Gee, it seemed that even after the farce in the hall, she had made quite a scene back in her room.

It's over. What had she done?

At this point, Anderson said to her very seriously, "Mommy, no more drinking."

"Got it, Anderson. don't worry, I won't drink anymore." Joyce hurriedly reassured Anderson and gently touched the back of his head.

Anderson glanced at Luther's hand on Mommy's waist as he sagely slid off the top of the couch and said, "I'm going to my room to play for a while."

After saying that, he ran inside the room with a lurch.

"Anderson," Joyce shook her head helplessly. This little boy was simply too good at reading people.

"Remember now?" Luther pursued.

"Can't think of anything." Joyce denied it, her beautiful eyes fiercely glaring at him. She was not going to admit it, absolutely not.

"Huh."

He smiled. Looking at her peculiar expression right now, he knew she must have remembered something even though she would not admit it.