You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 2034

Chapter 2034: Vanishing Act

The first one to notice something amiss was Luther.

After waiting for about ten minutes, he stood up and said, "Anderson, I'll go check on your mom. How come she hasn't returned yet?"

Kane half-jokingly replied, "Can't bear to be without sight of your wife for ten minutes? She's an adult, not a child."

Luther glared at Kane, "You don't understand. One day, you'll be the same."

Kane pouted, sounding resentful, "I might not have that day."

Luther paused for a moment, sensing the implications Kane was hinting at about Joyce. This guy was persistent. If it weren't for Joyce, he'd kick him as far as he could.

As he was about to retort, Anderson interjected, "Enough, how old are you? Living in games all day, it's no wonder you don't have a girlfriend."

"Hey, how can you say that? Anderson, I've been good to you. I played a part in raising you when you were young," Kane protested.

"I know, but don't keep bringing it up." Anderson grew impatient. "Your shells are burnt! Didn't you smell the burning?"

"Ah!" Kane hurried to check the shells, but it was too late. That batch was ruined. He complained, "I was going to save some for sis to eat, now I have to redo them."

He rummaged through the ingredients with a grimace, "Oh no, the shells are gone, what to do? It's all your fault for talking to me."

"Who's talking to who, you didn't pay attention, whose fault is it then? Geez." Anderson made a face.

Kane sighed.

Luther shook his head and chuckled, "Anderson, wait for me here. I'll go check."

With that, he disappeared into the night.

Returning to the vacation villa, along the way, he occasionally saw the security personnel he left behind on duty.

As Luther walked, a strange feeling crept into his heart, tinged with unease.

It was odd, to and fro, shouldn't take long. Even if time was wasted, he should have encountered Joyce returning on the way. Why hadn't he seen her?

Normally, Joyce would know the barbecue was waiting for seasoning, and she would quickly come back.

For some reason, he grew increasingly uneasy, his mind becoming muddled.

Upon entering the vacation villa, he immediately called out, "Joyce, where are you?"

No response.

He called out again, raising his voice, "Joyce?!"

Was she tired and had dozed off? Despite the growing unease, he still comforted himself, imagining that she had simply fallen asleep due to exhaustion. Maybe she was lying in one of the rooms.

Luther searched room by room.

By the time he reached the third floor, his composure had started to unravel. He dialed her phone while searching.

Empty rooms, an empty villa, and no sign of her along the way, and her phone went unanswered.

Where could she have gone?