"Charlotte is pregnant, you two love each other, what am I in the middle of you two?" Joyce stared at Luther incredulously, "You're not in a hurry? Even if I can wait, can she wait?"
She's right.
He had decided to be responsible for Charlotte.
Also he had made up his mind to get a divorce.
But, he did not expect what happened today.
Apparently annoyed, Luther opened the mineral water bottle in his hand with such a great force that the water spilled out a lot, staining his expensive suit.
"Damn." He let out a low curse.
Joyce saw this and pulled a few napkins to help him wipe up.
She felt his solid chest, firm belly, long and slender legs.
She looked down and wiped carefully, completely unaware of the changes in his eyes. In the darkness a small fire was lit up.
Luther really couldn’t understand her. She said she wanted a divorce, but even if she did not do it intentionally, she kept using her soft and hands to ignite fires in his body.
He really didn’t know whether she was just too naïve or she was too good at pretending.
"That's enough." He bellowed, stopping her from continuing to light the fire, fearing he would lose control in front of her.
For years, he had been able to restrain himself well, but she had repeatedly challenged his bottom line.
It put him on the verge of going off the rails from time to time.
"Oh."
Joyce was chagrined. She should not have rushed to help as always.
Perhaps it was the experience of growing up in an orphanage, where she got help from so many people.
And she had always wanted to help as much as she could.
So, she always took the initiative to help others.
To ease the embarrassment.
As if she thought of something, she hurriedly took out the prize envelope that was just awarded to her.
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