Four days later.
Today there was an important public event in the military faction. In recent days after the merger of the military factions, they had carried out swift reforms to restore military discipline from top to bottom. In just a few short days, everything had already taken on a completely new look.
The conservative, corrupt, and secretly villainous factions were all stripped of their military ranks and actual power, left only to live out the rest of their days in retirement.
Ralph had shown them some mercy, giving them a way out.
Now, those in charge of the military faction's actual power were all Ralph's confidants, as well as supporters of the military discipline cleanup policy.
Clearly, for a long time to come, the military faction would defend the country and benefit the people with an entirely new lineup.
This had also been the century-old Heath family military faction's long-cherished wish all along.
Finally, taking advantage of this opportunity of splitting up and merging back together, they had achieved their goal.
Today, the military faction had an important public commendation and conferral of ranks ceremony, for both internal and external purposes.
Of course Joyce needed to attend.
For her important role in capturing Otis, she would be awarded a first class medal at the commendation ceremony.
In the morning, Joyce set an alarm.
At six o'clock, the shrill ring of the alarm sounded and she jerked awake, getting up to get dressed and made up.
Usually she didn't care much about dressing up, but today she was inevitably a little nervous about making her first appearance in front of all the high-ranking generals of the military faction.
She had tossed and turned last night, unable to fall asleep no matter what.
In the end, it was only when Luther held her in his arms and forced her that she finally fell asleep.
The sky was not yet bright and the room was pitch dark.
Hearing the alarm, Luther pressed Joyce down, "The medal presentation isn't until ten, the sun hasn't even come up yet, why are you getting up?"
"I'm getting up to change clothes." Joyce wanted to sit up, but his leg was pressing down on her, rendering her unable to move.
"It's early yet. Sleep a while longer." Luther dissatisfiedly put his arms around her.
"You can sleep if you want, but I can't sleep." Joyce pushed at him. "There will be so many people there today, I need to get ready."
"There's nothing that needs getting ready. You're the most beautiful and elegant young commander in the world. All you need to do is stand there and you'll be the focus of the entire venue." Luther firmly held her down. "Be good, even getting up at eight would be rushed. It's too early now. Don't worry, Andres and I will be there with you to cheer you on."
"I, I'm a little nervous." Joyce still couldn't push him away no matter how she tried. She bit her lip, her body taut, feeling a bit anxious.
Luther sobered up a little. He propped himself up on one elbow and looked at her askance.
Even in the dark of the pre-dawn, although it was hard to see, her alluring profile, curvaceous figure, and fragrant scent intoxicated him every bit as much. Remembering being with her constantly day and night these past days, it had been an exceptionally fulfilling time.
Suddenly, he grinned wickedly, "You're nervous? Let me help you relax and unwind."
Joyce was startled.
How was he going to help her relax?
Before she could react, he had already flipped her beneath him, using his warm lips to stifle all her protests. What followed was unbridled ravishment. His wounds had healed and today he could finally take action with his body instead of having to "beg" her every day.
She glared at him wide-eyed, unable to break free.
So this was what he meant by helping her relax.
In the end, all of Joyce's indignation melted away in his lingering tenderness.
Afterwards, exhausted, she nestled in his embrace and took a nap.
Her body certainly was no longer taut, and her mind relaxed as well.
Luther held her, glancing at the time. After the gratifying release of a moment ago, he was wide awake. Holding her now, he felt an exceptional sense of satisfaction, knowing she hadn't slept well last night. He planned to wake her at eight to let her rest a while longer.
At eight, even Anderson was awake.
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