NovelStartShe loved her son so much.
"Go to sleep." She reprimanded Anderson slightly and then walked uncomfortably out of the room.
Luther stayed with Anderson for a while longer, waiting for Anderson to fall asleep before closing the door to his room.
It was late, so he simply went into the bathroom, washed away the dust and fatigue of the day, changed into navy blue pajamas,
and walked out of the bathroom and into the living room.
In the living room, it was too quiet.
Joyce nestled on the sofa. She has a brochure about charity in her hand and was quietly flipping through it. She brought it from
Juanita.
She only turned on a lamp. The hazy light was just like a fog, and over the sofa, she was shrouded by a holy hue.
Luther looked at her stunning side face and felt touched within. In fact, he wanted to see her real face so much.
Truly, he missed her so much.
It's been too long. Although her gorgeous face had been imprinted in his mind, it's been too long, and he could not help it. He
wanted to see her and held her in his arms again.
He did not want anything but just a simple and quiet life with her.
He went to her side, sat down next to her, and smoothly took her into his arms, smelling the fresh fragrance of her hair after the
shower, and just felt the peace of mind.
Joyce also did not break away from him. Instead, she reached out and pointed to the cup of tea on the coffee table, "Have some
tea, | just warmed it up, and the temperature is just right."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLuther's heart began racing again.
Here she was again! He really could not stand this psychological torture.
"Do you have something to say totoday?" He asked of his own accord as he tightened his arms and held her tighter.
He couldn't stand it. Her strange attitude towards him was worse than scolding and complaining. If she really knew it, he intended
to confess everything tonight as well.
It's better than being tortured by her now.
He was going crazy!
She was too smart. He showed a tiny crack, and she could follow the trail so that he had nothing to hide.
Joyce put down the pamphlet in her hand and raised her eyes to look at him seriously.
"Yes, | do have something to say."
Luther breathed, "Well. Say it."
He held his breath. He didn't know how much she had already guessed, and he waited silently for her to ask a question.
However...
Joyce suddenly asked, "I remember that you had a beautiful pistol on your sports car. Is it still there?"
Luther froze.
She was so abnormal today and asked questions that he had completely no idea how to answer.
"Right. What's wrong?" He looked deep into her eyes.
"Can you give it to me?" Her eyes were crystal bright, shining with a star-like light, and she looked at him with expectation.
He was stunned, "Sure."
It was her pistol, something that belonged to her, so of course, it could be given to her. The reason he didn't give it to her was that
he wasn't sure if she was Joyce, but now that he was sure, he should have returned the pistol to her for her safety. It was just that
he had not been able to find an excuse and opportunity.
Right now, she suddenly brought up this pistol. What was even her intention?
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