"Let's go to the car and get the gun now." Joyce immediately stood up from his arms.
"Now?" His handsome eyes widened in surprise.
"Right, now. Let's go." She yanked him up off the top of the couch altogether and dragged him toward the door.
Luther asked as he walked away, "Why do you suddenly want that gun?"
He thought that she was deliberately testing him with this pistol.
"These two days I read some self-published reports. I think the pistol is very interesting so I want one. Maybe I can learn to shoot later, for self-defense of course." Joyce deliberately said.
Luther, "..."
The implication of her words was that she had no intention of admitting that she was Joyce.
So should he, or should he not, confess?
He was starting to get torn up inside.
When they came to the underground garage, he pressed the remote control and the car door opened slowly. They sat in the main and passenger seats respectively.
Luther pressed the password for the console.
The secret compartment jumped out and inside lay a cool pink lady's compact pistol.
"It's beautiful. Can you introduce a bit for me?" Joyce took the pistol out and weighed it in her hand to admire it repeatedly.
In fact, she loved this pistol so much that the last time she saw it, she had wanted to get it back.
It was the right size, very lightweight, and easy to use. She never found a pistol that fit her better after that.
Since he already knew who she was…
Then she had nothing to be worried about.
She would just take what she loved most straight back.
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