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Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 982

She was instantly furious.

She thought that he would say something useful after dwelling on it for almost half a day.

Surprise! It was such flirtatious words again! It's unbearable!

She jerked to her feet, the plate in her hand, and she wanted to snap the entire plate onto his handsome face.

"Don't." Luther hurriedly held her wrist firmly and apologized with a smile, "Don't be angry. Don't be angry. It's just a joke."

Joyce's fingers were shaking with anger, and even the plate in her hand was trembling, and if Luther didn't hold it tightly, the sauce would certainly be spilled out.

"There are just some kind of jokes that can’t be made." She said, annoyed.

"Good, good, take it easy, and put down the plate. I still have to finish my dinner." Luther coaxed her, "While it’s not really a big deal to smash that on me, you have to clean everything up afterwards. It’s been a busy day and you must be very tired. Sit down now and take a rest."

Joyce, "..."

When did he become so good at talking even?

No one could ever force her but she could be quite easily persuaded. When she heard his gentle persuasion, her anger all inexplicably disappeared.

He squeezed her shoulders and made her sit down again.

"Listen. Stay with me for a while."

Joyce, "..."

She was speechless, and she even forgot to refuse. She felt like stabbing a knife into cotton, and instantly she lost all her strength.

Luther continued to eat the steak on his plate and stared at her as if he was admiring a fine piece of art, unable to look away.

Joyce finally came back to her senses and tried to speak.

Suddenly, he forked a piece of steak and fed it directly into her slightly open mouth.

"You should try it too. Where did you go at night? So late?" He asked.

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