Luther shook his head and immediately denied this idea.
Absolutely impossible. The woman he knew died ten years ago.
Seeing Luther sink into thought, Joyce waited a moment and interrupted, "Did you think of something?"
"No." Luther shook his head again, "I was thinking, could the third party force be from overseas? If it's domestic, we can't possibly find no trace at all. To hide so seamlessly, the other party must also be highly skilled."
Joyce agreed, "Right, all their plans were well thought out. Their weapons and equipment were sophisticated and high-tech. It can be seen that in addition to power, they also have money and a strong background. I saw them at the top floor of the harbor parking lot, a man and a woman, unfortunately too far apart, I couldn't see their faces clearly. In any case, they gave me the impression of being vicious, mysterious and cruel."
"Otis must know who the other party is." Luther sneered coldly, "Now that Otis has fallen, they have nothing to gain and should no longer threaten us?"
"Unclear. Unless their original purpose was not aimed at Otis." Joyce brought the water from the coffee table to Luther.
"Have some water. You talked to Andres for so long. I can see you're thirsty."
Luther lay back and pulled her into his arms, "You feed me."
Joyce frowned slightly, "Drinking water, not medicine. Like a child. Andres doesn't even want me to feed him."
Although she said so, her hands honestly brought the glass to his lips.
"Drink quickly."
After Luther drank a few sips, he took the glass from her and put it back on the coffee table.
Suddenly he bowed his head, his tall body pressed down and captured her red lips, sending warm water into her mouth.
Joyce looked at him, her throat made a "gulping" sound, forced to swallow the water he fed her.
This man...
Luther's eyes turned up, an evil smile. He deepened the kiss, circling her waist and gradually pressing her under him for easier access to her kisses.
He had wanted to do this for a long time.
Before, he had endured it for a long time because Anderson was in the room.
Every ordeal was like life and death, loss and recovery. When he woke up from surgery this time and did not forget her, he was already grateful.
The lingering kiss lasted a long time. By the time he released her, both of their breaths were in utter disorder.
Luther half lay down and held her tightly in his arms, his heart pounding for a long time, hard to calm down.
Joyce lay quietly in his arms. To be honest, from sending him to the hospital at dawn to holding an emergency press conference, she had been restless, and still felt unreal.
As if suddenly remembering something, she grabbed his left wrist.
Pulling up his sleeve, scars made with a knife tip, Joyce, were revealed on his arm.
Her eyes warmed, her voice choked, "You fool. What's this for? It will leave scars. It can never be erased."
Luther said faintly, "Afraid to forget you. You know, this is my greatest pain."
After a pause, he teased again, "Leaving scars is pretty good, carving you on my body for life."
"Actually, it doesn't matter if you forget me. This time is different from before. Everyone around knows about us. Apart from me, Anderson can also prove what happened between us. Don't you have confidence in yourself?" Joyce glanced at him angrily, pretending to be annoyed, "Afraid that after losing your memory, you'll fall in love with someone else?"
Luther immediately sat up, "How could that be possible? I would definitely fall in love with you again within a week."
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