Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 64

He felt like he was going crazy with the torture. It was like a catalyst that had started a fire that went

way

out of control.

He looked helplessly at her in her sleep.

Was it that he had confined himself for too long. Except for the night he was drugged, he had always

abided by his own rules. He had been indifferent and cold all these years. Was it that the long restraint,

the delayed

impulse that was about to eat him up ferociously, that was swallowing his reason bit by bit.

He tried desperately to remain calm, and when he drew his arm out, he found it was so sore and stiff

from

her long pressure that he could hardly move it. It took a while before he could feel better. He put her

feet back on

the bed and tucked her back in the quilt.

Walking into the bathroom and turning on the cold water, he stood under the faucet and looked down at

himself, shaking his head helplessly.

He closed his eyes and slowly controlled the strange feelings inside his body. One minute, two minutes,

three minutes ... ten minutes ...

Until the phone rang

He came out of the cold water. His body was still wet and he picked up a bath towel and wrapped his

body

with it casually. Afraid of disturbing Joyce's sleep, he hurried to pick up the phone.

On the other end of the line was Jacqueline's shrill, surprised voice.

"Luther, Shelly told me Charlotte is pregnant with your child? Is it true?"

Luther frowned deeply and held the phone away from his ear. It was too croaky.

"Yes"

He didn't deny it.

At this moment, the fire that could not be doused by cold water just now was abruptly extinguished.

What

was he thinking? He had always been a responsible man, with his own principles. Charlotte saved his

life,

sacrificed her virginity, and now she was pregnant with his child. How could he let her bear the burden

and face the

whole world alone?

That night felt so good that he looked back on it over and over again and would never forget it.

But for some reason, facing Charlotte, he could never find that feeling.

It's hard to imagine he had such a sweet and intimate night with Charlotte.

He didn't even feel the same impulse when he faced Charlotte either.

And regardless of Joyce's purpose for approaching him, and regardless of whether Joyce intended to

seduce him, he was ultimately responsible for Charlotte. How could he be involved with Joyce again?

He kept putting it off, even if he did not know what that could be for.

It was time to sort out this mess.

He was silent for a long time, and Jacqueline was afraid to break the silence. Only after a while did she

try

to say something.

"Luther, the Warner family had already arranged a marriage for you and Charlotte, and it's a good thing

she's

pregnant. You should hurry up and get rid of this Joyce. You won't have anything to do with that woman

after you

finished your divorce procedures. We can't just wait until the Heath family knows that you and Joyce

once

received a license. People will talk."

He listened impatiently and interrupted, "In a week, | will explain clearly to my grandmother. This

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will end as soon as possible." Right now Joyce was sick, and he wanted her to get better first.

"Good, good." Still a week to wait? Jacqueline didn't dare to push too hard for fear of backlash, "When

the

time comes, we'll sit down together and talk about it. There's nothing we can't solve, your grandmother

is also a

reasonable person. The Warner family has a descendant, she must be so happy to see that.’

"Got it.

Luther coldly hung up the phone, put the phone to silent mode, and tossed it to the side.

He put on his pajamas and went up to feel Joyce's forehead, which was still very hot.

He reached into the back of her neck and there was no sweat.

After he left her, she seemed cold, and her whole body shrank into a ball again, shivering every now

and

then, like a high fever convulsion.

He then gave her another antipyretic ice pack.

Finally, he could not bear to leave her like that. He crossed the bed and took the shivering Joyce into

his arms.

Feeling the warmth, Joyce stopped shivering and she curled up in his arms like a soft cat. It felt so

comfortable and she had an indescribable sense of safety.

Yes, safety it was.

She fell into a deep sleep.

Luther sighed. What could he do with her?