He then looked again at the woman next to him, and his eyes instantly became soft. He watched as she bandaged his wound with her long fingers and could not move his eyes for a long time.
‘Joyce, if it’s really you.’
‘You are certainly so worried when I get hurt.’
Four years ago, he had hurt her too much, and what he did was unforgivable. However, even though she must have hated him so much, at the end of her life, the last thing she did was to shoot Ricky.
She didn't want him to die, and he knew it all along.
And now, she didn’t want him to get hurt.
Could he believe that she actually did care for him, all along?
He felt countless warm currents in his heart and he felt even a bit excited.
Suddenly, he reached out to hold her wrist. He was gentle this time, and holding her felt as if he was holding his whole world.
His breathing was getting a bit intense and he did not want to let go at all. He just wanted to keep holding her like this.
"It’s done already, so let go."
Joyce frowned, reminding him.
Luther was then snapped back to his senses. He had crossed a line just now. At least he should not have showed what was in his mind too much in front of Kane.
He hurriedly released his grip, "Oh, it suddenly hurt a little bit just now. Sorry."
"Really?" Joyce doubted and checked again. Did she really hurt him just now? She was a bit angry just now and might have used too much force on him.
"Does it still hurt?" She asked again.
"How could it even hurt? Are you even a man? It’s simply a little scratch!"
Kane finally couldn't stand it. He had had enough of what he saw. He stood up instantly and his handsome cheeks puffed up like a puffer fish.
"It's okay."
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