Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

Joyce came out of Club Haven already feeling a little hot.

It was a very strange feeling. Obviously, the night breeze should feel cool.

Instead, she was getting hotter and hotter. She even felt it hard to breathe.

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Juanita felt that Joyce was a little different and was concerned, “Are you okay. Weird. You barely drank tonight and only had that glass of champagne from Lauren. Are you feeling uncomfortable now?”

“I’m fine.” Joyce reached out and stopped a cab for Juanita. She then pushed her into the car and closed the door, “Go home early and rest, I’ll take the subway.”

The cab drove away, Juanita did not forget to poke her head out, “The subway station is a bit far, be careful on the way.”

Joyce waved at Juanita.

Then she turned around and walked in the direction of the subway. It turned out the station was indeed not as close as she thought. She would have to walk two kilometers and cross a narrow alley.

Juanita sat in the cab, feeling uneasy all the way, and finally, she called Aaron.

She knows that Joyce was stubborn and would never ask for help easily, even when she had difficulties.

After the call was answered.

“Hello.” Aaron answered politely.

Juanita said directly, ” Aaron, would you please come to Club Haven and pick up Joyce?”

Aaron happened to be driving Luther, who had just finished a dinner with an investor tonight and was returning to the Warner family.

Hearing the mention of Joyce on the other end of the line, Luther grabbed Aaron’s phone and asked, “What happened to Joyce? Damn it, is she drunk again?”

Aaron stared blankly at his empty hand, and turned back to his wheel helplessly.

Juanita was holding the phone when it suddenly changed to a low, magnetic male voice that came up with a scolding upfront. She was so startled that she almost threw the phone away.

The first time she heard Luther’s voice and there was a cold sweat on her back. She stammered, “Mister, Luther, Joyce is not drunk. I… I just thought she looked a little off, a bit abnormal. The subway station is quite far away, and she walked there alone. I am afraid that she …”

She hadn’t finished her sentence.

The phone had been hung up.

All that remained was a “beep beep beep” busy tone.

Juanita stammered, staring at the phone in bewilderment. People said Luther never cared about women and was a bit introverted, but in her opinion, whenever it came to Joyce’s business, Luther immediately became unsettled.

Luther hung up the phone and let out a low curse.

Damn Joyce, always giving him all kinds of trouble.

“Turn around, go to Club Haven and follow the road to the subway.” He instructed as he took out his own cell phone and began dialing Joyce’s number.

Joyce walked alone on the road, with absolutely no one along the road.

It was late at night.

The moon was now a perfect crescent, and the weather was quite chilling.

When she looked up, the sky looked like an infinite dark sea, quiet, vast, and mysterious.

She walked alone into the alley, which was the nearest road. She went farther and farther, and all the way the road was surrounded by houses waiting to be demolished, where all the occupants had long since moved out, leaving only a few almost broken street lamps, shining a dim, faint light.

She felt hotter and hotter, like a fire burning her heart, and like ants gnawing at her. She felt she could bear it any longer.

And she didn’t know what was going on.

Just then, there was a faint sound of hurried footsteps behind her.

Joyce frowned and had a bad feeling in her heart.

She subconsciously tried to pull out her own boomerang dart before she realized with a shock that she didn’t have it with her. She hadn’t had it on her since she stayed in the group’s staff lounge for the past few days. How awful!