"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.
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