You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1621

Chapter 1621 In Need of An Explanation

He loved Joyce, and he also understood Joyce.

Once given, it was forever.

If she lost Luther, it would be devastating to Joyce. No matter how much he loved her, what he hoped most was that she could be happy.

The premise of all this was that Luther must be safe and sound.

Leaving Luther no way out was the only thing he could do now.

After leaving the ward, Luther couldn't figure out how Justin could refuse his proposal and insist on leaving the Capital and even leaving Khebury to take root in Mufron.

He paced back and forth in his room and finally sat down on the sofa.

He took out his phone and first called the leader in the field of biological pharmaceuticals in Mufron.

"Hello, Dr. Jacobs, I need your help. Can you send a group of pharmaceutical researchers to me?"

"Yes, the drug composition is unknown at present. This matter needs to be kept confidential, thank you."

Hanging up the phone, Luther held his chin with one hand, lost in thought.

He had thought about assembling the most advanced research team. But the key problem was that without knowing the ingredients of the poison, how to configure the antidote? The poison had already been absorbed by his body and could not be separated. He had just confirmed this with Dr. Jacobs. It was really tricky and could only be tried.

He rubbed his forehead and felt an unprecedented headache.

As chance would have it, Casey's call came in.

Luther answered the call. He hadn't asked about R&S Group for a long time. Casey handled daily affairs.

Many projects and work waiting for his decision had piled up.

Casey briefly reported the recent work on the call and then asked for instructions on the latest port project plan.

Finally, Casey asked, "President, the headquarters has been asking when you will return to Khebury? We have been away from Khebury for too long. Neither the board of directors nor the board of supervisors have met. The directors privately feel that you want to move the headquarters to the Capital. Many people have clearly stated that they are unwilling. The meaning is that the Capital is after all the administrative center, Khebury is the largest commercial center of Pascaylia. It is not suitable for the long-term development of R&S Group. Opening branches is fine, but whether to move the headquarters. On this, everyone wants an explanation."

Luther frowned. This matter needed to be discussed with Joyce.

Now that the warlord split had been resolved and the Heath family reunited. After all, what were Joyce's plans, did she want to stay in the Capital or return to Khebury with him. He hadn't asked her yet.

"I understand. I will give the directors a reply soon. Ask them to be patient."

"Okay, Mr. President." Casey responded.

After hanging up the phone, Luther raised his head and saw that Joyce and Anderson had returned. They were standing not far from the sofa.

Just now when he was on the phone with the speaker on, Joyce must have heard the contents of the call.

"Is lunch over? Was it delicious?" Luther waved to Anderson and asked with a smile.

"Yeah. It was delicious. We also brought you a serving." Anderson took the takeout box from Joyce's hand and brought it to Luther's side.

Joyce walked up and opened the box, "Chicken porridge, very light. Your wound hasn't healed yet. I asked the doctor. You can only eat some light and easily digestible food. The hospital gives you nutritional meal packages for three meals a day. I'm afraid you're not used to it, so I packed you a little. I'll stew soup for you in the afternoon when I get home. "

"No need. Who said I can't get used to hospital food? I'm not that picky." Luther pulled her to his side, "I don't want soup. Stay here with me."

Joyce glanced at the nutritional meal sent by the hospital on the bedside table. She pointed at it, "You didn't even touch your lunch. And you said you're not picky?"

Luther chuckled softly, "I wasn't hungry. I just didn't eat it yet."

In fact, just now he had been thinking about things and didn't feel hungry at all, forgetting to eat.

Joyce eyed him. She knew him well enough to know how picky he was.