"Forget it. I don’t want to argue with you. You just can do what you love."
She got up, ready to leave.
Suddenly, as if she thought of something, she turned around sharply and questioned, "What was Mr. Henderson talking about by substitute? What did that mean?"
Luther froze, overwhelmed by her question.
Justin doesn't know that Zora was Joyce and must think that he liked Zora just because Zora had a similar temperament to Joyce.
However, Joyce did not know that he had already figured out her identity.
If Justin hadn't pointed it out, it didn't occur to him that Joyce might mistakenly believe that he was approaching her in search of a "substitute".
God, what logic was this? He was getting himself so confused.
How could he explain to her that he actually knew she was "her"?
When Joyce noticed that he didn't say anything, she was even more convinced that he really saw her as a substitute for "herself"... Was that why he clung to her all day long? She frowned deeply and suddenly felt very unhappy in her heart.
But on second thought, what was she so angry anyway?
"Mr. Warner, you don't have anything to explain? I'm a substitute?" She asked unrelentingly.
Luther had such a headache. He looked up and felt really clueless. He simply asked, "Could it be that you are jealous?"
Joyce's face darkened, "Jealous your ass! Boring!"
It was obvious that he should explain, but he kicked the ball back to her. What a cunning man?
"I ... I remembered that I have a few people I need to visit tonight. I'll go talk to them for a few minutes."
Luther stood up and unnaturally cleared his throat.
Then, he hurriedly left his seat.
If they continued, it would only get more awkward.
Joyce stared hard at his back as he left and she gritted her teeth.
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