Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

Farther away from the podium, Charlotte also opened her phone and quickly browsed through the photos and news of the forum, which was about to explode with tens of thousands of comments in a short time.

Shelly heard a commotion outside and finally she felt that she could not wait any longer. She ran out of the car and walked over to Luther and Charlotte.

Luther glanced at the phone in Charlotte’s hand.

A few lines jumped into view.

“Orphan girl into a rich family. How she did it?”

“Rabbit Or Fox? The unknown new wife of the president of R&S Group.”

His eyes darkened steeply and burned with anger.

Charlotte saw that he did not look right, and as if she sensed something, she hurriedly wrapped her arms around him. She didn’t want him to come out at this time, since once he did, he would be admitting the whole thing, and it would be more difficult for the two to get a divorce.

“Don’t go.” Charlotte’s voice was almost pleading.

But Luther didn’t even look at her, reaching out to brush away her arm that was wrapped around him, pushing her away and striding forward.

Charlotte fell backwards heavily in front of Shelly.

Shelly hurriedly held her steady and saw that her face had lost all its blood and was only pale, so she asked, “What’s wrong?”

Charlotte smiled sadly and shook her head straight.

He just left her like that. She tried her best, and he still had to go.

She felt her heart instantly torn apart, jealousy far outweighing the pain.

On the podium.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

The reporters were still blasting Joyce and even the host couldn’t keep the crowd in order.

“Could you please answer the question, is it because of the president of R&S Group that you joined R&S Group as an intern?”

“Miss Joyce, you are usually low profile, why do you have to climb the ladder of the wealth and get into such a family?”

Joyce was clearly unable to cope and was at her wits’ end.

“Who said … she was climbing the ladder of the wealth?” Under the golden daylight, an incomparable magnetic male voice suddenly sounded, with a domineering majesty that was not angry.

Everyone’s eyes were all on the man who came up from the stage.

He was wearing a dark blue suit, and the suit in the golden dazzling sunlight, seemed to be flooded with a stunningly cool and handsome glow.

He took barely a few steady steps with his back upright to the podium, and just every part of the man exuded a dominant and dignified aura, calm and relaxed.

He walked up to the podium step by step, and stopped in front of Joyce. His features were just delicate like a Greek sculpture, and with those deep, dark eyes, he looked closely at Joyce.

For some reason, Joyce’s nervous heart settled down abruptly.

Luther said, word for word, “Darling, please come with me.”

He held out his hand to her.

That moment.

Joyce really felt that her heart moved.

Her heart was racing as she looked at the man in front of her, and for the first time she felt that his face was not so repulsive. Anyway, she was grateful that he helped her out when she was just helpless.

She looked at him.

His eyes stayed on her face and never moved away.

She reached out her hand and slowly placed it on his broad palm.

Luther smiled faintly, holding her hand tightly and tugging it hard, a handsome and dashing action.

Jerking Joyce to her side and then, wrapping her arms tightly around her waist.

Joyce was stunned, only to feel the warmth of his body wrapped around her, and his strength from her waist.

Midnight blue dress, and dark blue suit. The two seem to have dressed up like a real couple.

Luther walked down the podium with Joyce in his arms, step by step.

The scene was, really, so beautiful like you will never expect to see in real life.