"Not good." Her words of refusal just came out.
He suddenly pulled hard and yanked her into his arms.
She instinctively reached out against him, but inadvertently touched his thick chest and felt his pounding heartbeat.
Her palms trembled and her heart shook within.
"If you don't take it, I can't guarantee what else I'll do." He almost threatened.
Joyce frowned and she never expected to be threatened in such a way.
"It's okay for me to borrow the car from you and return it to you after the project is over." Finally, she compromised.
"OK." Luther agreed. There were still long days until the project was over and he could take his time.
"Okay, and you have got nothing more? Then I'll go back and continue the meeting." Joyce turned to leave.
All her plans for the day were disrupted by him early in the morning.
What a ridiculous man.
He dragged her to the office, without saying a word in the end, and pulled her to the underground garage and insisted she should take his car.
"I still have something." Luther still wouldn't let go of her.
"Miss Knowles, I've got the car for you. Shouldn't you return a gift to me?" He said cheekily.
This was Joyce's turn to be surprised. What was wrong with this man? Begging for a gift in return?
"I didn't ask you for a gift, and you insisted I should take the car, okay?" Her beautiful eyes widened, "I was planning to purchase a car, and I don't need yours."
"I don't care, since you have taken it. Then you have to return a gift to me. A courtesy, isn't it?" He didn't mind being a scoundrel.
A sense of powerlessness came over her. What the hell was going on?
She felt like she was arguing with a child, and the four-year-old Anderson wasn't even this rambunctious.
"What do you want?" Out of instinct, she asked feebly.
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