Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 23

Joyce was afraid of tickle. Justin used to come to the range to look for her. He lovesd to use feathers to

scratch her neck secretly when she was practicing.

"Joyce, you need to work on your fixation, you're distracted oh."

"Distracted and still hitting 10 rings, fantastic."

She dodges around every time she got tickled.

It was only when one was young and ignorant that can feel the joy of innocence.

The tickle on her neck felt like it was being tickled by a feather, so she couldn't help it and laughed,

"Justin, stop it."

Words was like cold water pouring over his head.

Instantly, the water extinguished all the out-of-control fires in Luther's body.

He awoke. what was he doing? Surprisingly, he was charmed by her.

Damn Joyce, was she using him as a stand-in for Justin?

He couldn't stand it any longer and stood up and roared, "Enough! It's time for you to wake up!"

After that, he lifted Joyce's collar, and dragged her all the way to the bathroom. She was dumped

directly into the bathtub which was filled with water.

The warm water instantly flooded her body.

It sobered her up abruptly.

Joyce shook her long, wet hair and tried to open her beautiful eyes wide, looking at Luther with a

confused expression, "What's your problem?"

"......"

Luther was about to explode with anger.

"Ah, really. The clothes are all wet." She grumbled.

"You don't remember what you just did?" He gritted his teeth.

Joyce was shocked, and hurriedly checked if her clothes were put off. Except for the two missing collar

buttons, all was unscathed.

She was relieved that nothing had happened.

"I'm sorry, I probably drank bad-quality wine and lost my temper in some way just now. Please don't

mind." She apologized.

"Bad-quality wine?!" Luther gasped, "You drank that bottle of Spade A. It's worth a hundred thousand

pounds!!!" There were another basements in the house but the cabinet in his room was his private

collection.

"Ah!" Joyce was stunned, and calculated the exchange rate. It was 9. It was worthy of a million. God!

just a small bottle?

"Do, do I need to pay?" She looked at him in horror. She hadn't paid back the 800,000 RMB that she

owed before, and a million-worth bottle of wine would be too much to pay back for her.

"......"

With such an expression on her face, he instantly lost his temper. This woman, all she thought about

was money right now.

Joyce climbed out of the tub.

Her white clothes were soaked with water, as if there was nothing clinging to the body. Every body line

was perfectly outlined, simply more sexy than not wearing clothes.

Luther caught a glimpse and gasped. Just can't help not to look at her.

The hot kiss came to his mind, and he tried to restrain himslef. He pulled off a towel and threw it over

Joyce.

"Put it on."

Joyce only then noticed that her soaked clothes appeared to be transparent.

She awkwardly wrapped herself up in a bath towel and smoothed her long, dripping hair.

She just wanted to leave, but her feet slipped and stumbled into Luther's arms.

The soft curves clung to him without a seam.

Luther could not easily suppress the heat in his heart. It was instantly ignited again.

"Don."

He turned around and pinned her against the cold wall of the bathroom, huffing, "What, seduce me

twice. Your 'funder' is gone, and today you can't wait to find the next one? Okay, since you're so

proactive, I'll satisfy you."

When he finished his speech, he ripped off the bath towel she was wrapped in.

Since she was a gold-digging wannabe, why should he put up with it if she wants to have some fun?

"Pop".

Luther's handsome face tilted to the side, completely stunned.

Joyce was also surprised by herself that she had slapped him.

"You!" Luther's black eyes lit up with rage, for the first time in his life he was slapped in the face, how Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

dare she!