Luther resumed his seat and saw her good-looking eyebrows furrowed deeply, and she seemed to be in pain.
So he put his hands over her long, slender legs and tried to help her knead them.
Today she wore a dress with lightweight fabric, and when he touched her skin, he could even feel the heat from her body. His hand gently trembled, and could not help but stroke back and forth a few times. He thought about how he was sleeping on her lap. No wonder it was so soft and comfortable.
It was as smooth as silk satin, delicate and soft. When he felt her tight, he felt his body having a reaction…
Gradually, the hand kneading her tight was now going in the wrong direction…
Joyce's legs were still numb and she did not feel any better. She stared at Luther in disbelief. What was he doing? She could not even stand up, and he still wanted to take advantage of her?
And, with his hands, he was getting over the top.
His breathing was no longer even but abnormally disorganized.
"Stop."
She timely squeezed his hand that was already on her waist, "Get your hands off me. I want to stand up."
Luther snapped back to his senses, annoyed that he had almost fallen under her spell again. Hell, even he was repeatedly enchanted by her, not to mention Justin, Christian, and those young guys in the office.
Joyce pushed Luther out of the way with a disgusted look on her face. She grabbed the seat in front of her to support herself and stand up gradually.
Her legs felt like they were being poked with millions of silver needles at the same time, and there was cold sweat on her back. She bit her lip and endured it.
"Are you ok?" Luther asked, stood up, and went to the aisle, waiting for Joyce to step out.
"Hmm." Joyce gritted her teeth and took a step forward.
But, to her surprise, she just made it to the aisle when suddenly her feet went weak and her whole body fell forward, straight into Luther's arms.
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