Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90 "Don't think I'm a saint.

I just, don't want to do it with you when you're not sober.’ His voice was a little dark and depressing, "Now, you're sober.

You don't need to thank me.

It is time to make up for my loss last night."

Her heart pounded.

What could his words mean? Make it up to him with what? With her body? He was getting closer and closer, unavoidable.

"The effect of the drug should not be gone completely yet.

Need me to help you?"

He pressed wickedly against her ear, teasing.

"I a She was suddenly unable to speak again, simply because his lips were already infinitely close to hers, with only the slightest gap.

It felt like if she said one more word, she might touch his lips at any moment.

The memory of last night's fiery kiss came flooding back.

His lips were soft and skillful, almost melting her, and she, who had always been bold, was so scared at the moment that she could barely breathe.

In the end, Luther's lips did not fall.

He was just so close to her.

He said seriously word by word, "I didn't touch you because I had been drugged too.

I've experienced that feeling, and I've done things that I shouldn't have done because of it.

Now, I regret it.

If I had touched you last night, would you regret it now?"

He resisted the urge to kiss her hard, knowing that once he did, he could not guarantee that he would stop.

The last time when he was drugged, he and Charlotte had sex and then a child.

He couldn't say how he felt, and perhaps, he really regretted it.

But what has happened could not be changed.

He had a fiancée and a child, so what was her involvement in it? There was no need to let him know that it was actually her that night.

It's just the loss of virginity, which was nothing in this day and age.

Knowing who it was and what happened that night, she was relieved.

Let's pretend that nothing ever happened.

"Anyway, thank you for last night.’ Joyce slowly lowered her head, not wanting to look directly at him.

He saw how she wandered off for a long time, did not answer his questions, and looked down evasively.

He snorted softly, having the feeling that he had hit himself in the face once again, so why should he ask more questions? Of course, she would regret it.

Last night she would rather kill herself than allow him to touch her.

The hideous scars on her arms were still there, now only a stinging reminder.

In her heart, there was only Justin.

Thinking about it, he felt was incomparably annoyed.