His stern eyes were locked firmly on her, as if to look into her heart.
Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist with force and clenched his teeth, "Come with me!"
Joyce was dragged along by him, looking around, "Where are you going? Be gentle, there are people watching!"
Luther had no qualms about dragging her all the way into the president's exclusive elevator. He pressed the button for the top floor, and it rose sharply. Finally he dragged her into his office.
"Bang".
He threw the door heavily shut and pressed the button by the door.
With a slight squeak, all the shutters above the transparent glass automatically slowly closed down.
After all the blinds closed down, the large office, with its gray and cold tones of the décor, looked much duller, and his face got increasingly gloomy.
Luther pushed Joyce all the way to her desk, until she couldn't retreat and he suddenly reached out and grabbed her delicate chin.
"Let go, what are you doing?" Joyce strived to break free of his grip and separate herself from him.
However, he cupped her chin with one hand and supported the desk with the other, firmly holding her in his fiery hot arms, and she had no room to move at all.
There seemed to be a dark blue flame burning in those deep eyes, and he said clearly word by word, "You forced me to do it."
Joyce froze slightly, and it was too late to think.
The next moment, he lowered his head, and his thin lips had fallen fiercely.
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