NovelStart"Let's go to the car and get the gun now." Joyce immediately stood up from his arms.
"Now?" His handseyes widened in surprise.
"Right, now. Let's go." She yanked him up off the top of the couch altogether and dragged him toward the door.
Luther asked as he walked away, "Why do you suddenly want that gun?"
He thought that she was deliberately testing him with this pistol.
"These two days | read sself-published reports. | think the pistol is very interesting so | want one. Maybe | can learn to shoot
later, for self-defense of course." Joyce deliberately said.
Luther, "..."
The implication of her words was that she had no intention of admitting that she was Joyce.
So should he, or should he not, confess?
He was starting to get torn up inside.
When they cto the underground garage, he pressed the remote control and the car door opened slowly. They sat in the main
and passenger seats respectively.
Luther pressed the password for the console.
The secret compartment jumped out and inside lay a cool pink lady's compact pistol.
"It's beautiful. Can you introduce a bit for me?" Joyce took the pistol out and weighed it in her hand to admire it repeatedly.
In fact, she loved this pistol so much that the last tshe saw it, she had wanted to get it back.
It was the right size, very lightweight, and easy to use. She never found a pistol that fit her better after that.
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Then she had nothing to be worried about.
She would just take what she loved most straight back.
Luther looked at her with a gloomy face. Was this a new test for him? Was she deliberately not to expose him?
He couldn't understand what she meant.
The only thing for sure was that she definitely had been suspicious.
He introduced it stiffly, "It's a Witness Paffner, 380acp bullets with an oversized 13-round magazine capacity."
These data, which only a connoisseur would know, were all told to him by her back then. He added secretly in his heart.
"Wow, that sounds cool."
Joyce smiled, held it in her hand, and gently stroked it, and after four years, she still loved it.
Now that the situation was changing rapidly, she desperately needed a pistol for self-defense.
Luther weighed it up quickly in his mind.
Whether she already knew it or not, since she was pretending not to know at the moment.
Then he should just pretend that nothing had happened for the tbeing.
They could wait a few more days for him to get everything ready with Karl and pave the way for her. In case she suddenly learned
the whole truth and her identity, she would be worried about her parents who were in such a crisis at the moment, and would
perhaps break down.
In just a few more days, he would definitely confess everything to her.
At this moment, he looked at her smiley face and felt much better.
Joyce finished admiring her pistol.
She slowly lifted her head and saw his hot, affectionate eyes, now gazing at her.
Her heart tightened and she forgot to breathe.
Luther looked at her tenderly and suddenly reached out and hooked her from behind her neck, pulling her closer to him.
They got closer and closer...
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