Chapter 117

"Auntie, I'm sorry, she won't take any money." Luther smoothly yanked

Joyce up from her seat and tugged her to her side, bending and

bowing, "Sorry, auntie, I'll come to the Heath family to explain in person

some other time, goodbye for now."

“I ... am not ..." Joyce was completely confused by Luther's sudden

behavior.

After saying that, Luther dragged Joyce stiffly and left the cafe without

looking back.

Cecelia looked at the scene in front of her, picked up a glass, and

blandly took a few sips of lemon juice.

She looked at the envelope lying quietly on the table.

She sighed and muttered to herself, "Are they really getting married

under false pretenses? Charlotte, are you really sure that you and

Luther are in love?"

She stood up, grabbed her bag, and left the cafe with a strained

expression.

Outside the cafe.

Joyce had not been able to do anything at all, and by the time she did,

she was already being dragged to the door by Luther.

Joyce struggled as she shouted down, "Luther, what are you doing? I

didn't even say goodbye to auntie, that's so rude."

"And, who said she was paying me? You just can't tell right from

wrong!" She was so angry that her cheeks puffed up in a cute way, "Let

go of me, I have to go back, I'm not done with her yet."

"What else could it be if it wasn't money?" Luther didn't care and kept

dragging Joyce to the secluded and unoccupied shade of the alley.

All afternoon, he thought about it or felt bad, sitting on pins and needles

in the office, and finally came to the cafe to find her and take her away.

"Wouldn't it be to give you a sum of money to get you to leave me?" He

asked, “I can't think of any reason Cecelia needs to see you other than

to get you to leave me."

"She was trying to get me to leave you." Joyce admitted, "But not with

money! It was a letter of recommendation for a master's degree at

Mufron Polytechnic University."

"Heh." Luther let out a sarcastic laugh, looking at Joyce's crystal bright

excited eyes, "Joyce, you don't find that offer quite tempting, do you?

You are really ......" He felt speechless.

"Doctor Smith, you know, the professor who won the Nobel Prize. I'm

going to leave you sooner or later anyway, so why should I miss such a

good opportunity. No, I have to go back." Joyce was so excited that she

didn't notice Luther's gloomy face.

"Joyce, do you think I'm a commodity that can be bought and sold at

will?" He was thinly veiled with anger, flames surging in his dark eyes.

"The last time Martha was downstairs at the group, she asked you to

make an offer, take her money, and left me. You almost wanted to

make an offer, and you forgot so soon?"

"And I didn't make an offer, did 1?" Joyce raised her voice. This man

sure would remember that all his life? How dare he reopened old

scores. How could she be at Martha's mercy, she was just having fun

with her at that time.

"Heh, it's not because I'm right next to you?" Luther was extremely

upset, "God knows what you would have done if I hadn't been there?"

“Today, if I hadn't arrived in time. Are you ready to accept the Heath

family's terms again?"

He was almost angry, and she still had a good look on her face.

It made him instantly lose his ability to think. And he was no longer able

to hold himself together, and almost lost control.

Violently, she was cornered by him.

"What for? We can still talk.” Joyce could not push him away no matter

how she tried. It's too much to use his height advantage to suppress

her all the time.

Anyway, in his eyes, she was just someone anyone could buy over with

money.

But what's the problem if it's a good deal?

"You see, it means you have charm. So many people are scrambling to

make an offer, you should be happy." She teased.