"Hey, hey, sorry, you guys go on." Ivy hurriedly pulled Anderson out of the room, and then "bang", closed the door.
"We really don't ..." Joyce opened her mouth, but words had failed her. She had no idea how to explain.
Luther lazily embraced her and leaned back against the back of the bed, "It's futile to explain, so it's better not to say anything. Let's lie down a little longer."
"Get the hell out of my way!"
Joyce was a bit angry and gave him a hard stare.
She spaced Luther hard, got up off him, went into the bathroom, and locked the door behind her.
She then turned on the shower, and the hot water washed over her body, washing away the exhaustion, along with the bad luck of last night.
She avoided the mask on her face and tried her best to keep that away from the water.
This was her last mask, and for the time being she had no time to return to Mufron to get a new one. If this mask was destroyed again, she would have to show her true face.
After taking a shower, she took her pajamas out of the bathroom cabinet and changed into them.
She didn't want to go anywhere today. She just wanted to stay home with Anderson and rest for the day, so she simply changed into her pajamas.
When she opened the door, Luther was standing in front of the door, leaning against the wall.
"What are you doing? I think you should go back now." Joyce raised her eyebrows in question. He was really a cheeky man, staying with her every day.
"I came back in the early morning and didn't have time to take a shower. It's hot in the bathroom, so I'll go in and wash up too." He looked at her teasingly, with a smile on his face.
"You can't go back to your own apartment and take a shower? Why do you have to wash here?" Joyce sounded dissatisfied, "And I have no clothes for you here!"
"There." Luther took his own clothes from behind him and waved them in front of her.
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