"I don't really care about that." Luther interrupted, "Where are you? I want to see you."
"It doesn't matter anymore whether you see me or not. Let's make an appointment and go through the divorce process. The sooner the better, and you'll be able to marry Charlotte." Joyce said firmly.
Justin took his room card, swiped it across the access control, and the room's doors opened automatically.
He said to Joyce, "Don't stand in the doorway, it's not good if people see you, go inside and talk."
He did not make it loud but it was enough for Luther on the other end of the line to hear him.
Joyce walked into the room.
With a "click", Justin closed the door behind him.
Luther's voice suddenly cooled down, "So … are you with him?" The "he" was naturally Justin.
"If there's nothing going on, I'll hang up." Joyce didn't answer.
"Wait."
Luther asked reluctantly, "What is it … the past three months we have spent together? What does it mean to you?"
"I'm tired. Let's talk about it some other time. You prepare the documents for the divorce, and I'll see you then."
When she finished, she didn't wait for Luther to reply.
She hung up the phone directly, as if he was afraid. She didn't dare to continue listening or answer his questions.
Yes, what did the three months with him mean to her?
She didn’t even know it herself.
They had experienced too many things. Grandma was suddenly murdered, she was framed and imprisoned, and later kidnapped. Many a times, she had been thrown into a pretty dangerous situation.
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