Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 133

After saying that, Juanita dropped her hand quickly and buried her head deeper, not daring even to breathe. Luther took the paper towel and wiped the remnants of lip glaze from Joyce's lips on his thin lips.

He then threw the paper towel into the trash can and left the dressing room in stride without looking back.

Juanita looked at his distant back. Her boss seemed quite embarrassed today, his eyes freezing cold. She flinched but in the meanwhile felt fortunate that her boss did not tear her into pieces on the spot. She walked into the cubicle and couldn't help but exclaim.

It was almost a ruin on the floor. What could have happened here? The dresses were discarded on the floor, the table was now empty, the combs were swept off to the floor, and there were various bottles, jars and tissue boxes lying on the floor...

Oh my God, she hurriedly knelt down to clean up the mess. It would be bad for the others to see.

As she cleaned up, she thought of what she saw just now.

It just felt wrong.

Could it be that the boss was jealous? He did not want other men to see how beautiful Joyce was? That's why Joyce was forcibly taken away from the booth? Yes, just now Joyce's dress was too stunning and even she, a woman, would think Joyce was way too beautiful!

She giggled, so that was it!

The other side.

Joyce ran wildly all the way to the remote warehouse next to the convention center before she stopped.

She leaned her back against the wall, panting heavily to calm her frantic heartbeat.

After all the while she had been running, the heat on her cheeks finally cooled down.

Thinking about the humiliating scene just now, and what was seen just by Juanita, she could not wait to replace a hole in the ground to hide.

"Joyce, calm down. He's getting married to Charlotte, and he's having a baby with Charlotte. You must come to your senses!" She kept saying to herself.

It was not that she had never kissed Luther before, and it just felt a little different today.

Under the same roof, she seemed to have had too much contact with Luther lately and should try to avoid him in the future.

This was not a good way to go.

As she was catching her breath and smoothing her long, messy hair, a figure emerged from beside her.

"Joyce, it's been a long time." The seductive magnetic voice rang out beside her ear.

Joyce was startled, and when she saw the man, she frowned, "It's you? What's your name again?"

The pure black suit, and the demonic and evil scribble appearance. It would be quite hard to not remember such a man.

Christian pretended to be sad, "First time a woman couldn't remember my name, you broke my heart." He gently patted his chest, "Here, it's going to break."

"Stop it. I don't know you well." Joyce looked at him with a disgusted face and turned to leave.

"Wait, don't rush! I'll show you something nice." Christian took it out from his suit pocket, and the blinding silver light flashed in the dazzling sunlight.

In his hand, there was a boomerang dart.

Joyce glanced over and her eyes blinked, not answering the question. She remembered that the last time she used a boomerang dart to hit the coffee cup in his hand in front of the cafe, the coffee then spilled all over him.

She just wanted to teach this unreasonably arrogant man a lesson, but she didn't expect him to notice.

How was this possible? The speed of the boomerang darts was so fast that it was hard for an ordinary person to detect. Unless, of course, he was not that ordinary.

"How is it? I wonder which one is better? This? Or the one Miss Joyce was using?" Christian's sultry phoenix eyes narrowed and he asked her with an evil smile, "Does Miss Joyce have any darts with you today?"

Joyce shrugged, "I've never seen anything like that."

Since Luther gave her the pistol, she no longer carried her darts around with her. It's good, because she had been with Luther a lot recently, and if she still took them around people might notice them easily.