Joyce spent the night tossing and turning on the couch, struggling to sleep, and staying up until almost dawn before falling asleep.
When she woke up again, she looked up at the clock in the room. It was almost eleven o'clock!
She sat up with a jerk, only to realize she was sleeping in her room on her bed, covered with her own quilt. What the hell? She clearly remembered that she slept on the couch last night, covered with a blanket.
Did Luther carry her to bed? And he helped her with the quilt?
She subconsciously looked at her collar. Fortunately, her clothes were neatly dressed and nothing happened.
She hurriedly got out of bed to wash up; apparently, Luther had left in the morning.
Damn, she was late for work, and he didn't even wake her up when he left, knowing that she had to go to work too. This man really made her speechless.
By the time she arrived at the office at the group's headquarters, it was past lunchtime.
Juanita came forward and said with concern, "Joyce, why did you come to work so late today? I packed your lunch for you and have put it in the break room. I texted you and you didn't answer."
"Oh, yeah?"
Joyce hurriedly took her phone out of her bag and opened it, "The phone was on silent, no wonder I didn't hear it."
"Is something wrong? Is it important?" Juanita asked carefully when she saw that Joyce was in a poor state of mind and a bit disoriented.
"No, no, I just overslept." Joyce reluctantly smiled, not wanting to worry Juanita, "Thank you, I'll go have lunch first."
She came into the lounge and hurriedly ate the lunch Juanita had packed for her; she hadn't had time to eat breakfast either, and now she could have the two together.
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