Chapter 124

"Don’t let me keep you here if you have nothing more to do. Just hurry

up and go home."

He waved his hand, coldly chasing them away.

Jacqueline and Shelly left in disgust, not forgetting to warn him again

before leaving, "Be sure to watch out for Joyce."

After sending them all away.

With Joyce on his mind, Luther took two ice packs out of the freezer

and walked quickly up to the second-floor master bedroom.

Inside the room, the sound of clattering water came from the bathroom.

It looked like Joyce was taking a shower.

After all, she had just been splashed all over with cold water and ice.

So he sat on the couch and waited for a short while.

Not long after, Joyce finished her shower and stepped out of the

bathroom. She didn't expect anyone to be in the room and came out

with only a large bath towel wrapped around her. When she saw Luther

sitting on the couch, she let out a low cry of surprise.

"Why do you just come into my room?!"

Luther looked up at the sound of her voice, only to see her long, wet

hair with droplets of water constantly rolling down her crystal snow-

white skin, and the narrow bath towel could not hide the sexiness of the

body and her long and slender legs.

His throat tightened and his eyes instantly turned dark red.

Joyce darted into the bathroom again.

Luther, on the other hand, awkwardly withdrew his eyes. It was clearly

his room...

When Joyce came out again, she had changed into her pajamas and

dried her hair.

Luther stood up and walked forward.

Her cheek, because of the hot water bath, got even redder and swollen

than just now, and the five fingerprints could now be clearly seen.

Luther pulled her down with him on the couch and reached over to put

an ice pack on her face.

"No need." Joyce struggled.

"Don't move." Luther looked unhappy and locked her firmly in his arm,

“If you move again, you will be responsible for the consequences.”

When she didn't say anything, he asked, "Angry? Then why didn't you

resist just now?"

Joyce glanced at Luther in surprise, out of the blue. From what he was

saying, he knew she was set up by Jacqueline?

"Why don't you say anything? Nothing you want to explain?" With a

smile on his lips, he repeatedly helped her cheek with the ice pack.

“I thank you," Joyce said without a smile.

"Huh." He laughed. The little wildcat was indeed still a little wildcat,

never hesitant when it was time to show its sharp claws.

"Does it hurt?" He said with concern.

“It shouldn't hurt as much as the back of your mother's hand getting

burned.” Joyce sneered, "That's flattering. Worthy of auntie’s beautiful

hand.”

"Don't pay too much attention to her." Luther explained, "I don't have a

good relationship with my mom. Don't worry. I just won't listen to her."

Joyce said, "I have slapped you before. Today let's take it as I am

paying you back.”

Luther was dumbfounded. How could it work like this?

He change an ice pack and continued to put it on her.

“I'm sorry such a thing should happen to you. I didn't expose my mom

on the spot because I didn't want things to escalate further. After all, I

could not protect you from all her tricks. I can't be by your side all the

time."

He held her a little tighter. This way the ice pack was more in place.

Joyce raised her eyebrows and gave him a look, not expecting him to

apologize.

This proud and arrogant man was also willing to apologize.

"Forget it. I don't want to make a big deal out of it and break Grandma's

heart when it happens.” She waved her hand, “It doesn't matter, it's

your mother anyway, it's not like it has anything to do with me. Besides,

she's Charlotte's future mother-in-law. Great, no need for me to get

along in the future.”

Luther was stunned and his hand trembled slightly.

Her words instantly put him in a bad mood.