Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1633: Gathering Together

Chapter 1633: Gathering Together

Luther drove towards the warlord's inner courtyard. The sky had already darkened, and along the way, neon lights flickered on and off. The light inside the car also intermittently brightened and dimmed.

Joyce turned her gaze towards him. He held the steering wheel with one hand while propping his chin with the other. Although his eyes were on the road ahead, his mind seemed elsewhere. Her intuition told her, he had something on his mind.

A moment later, Luther snapped back to reality, realizing Joyce had been watching him. He felt a bit nervous and forced a smile, "What's wrong?" Seeing her silence, he tried to tease her to divert her attention, "Are you fascinated by me?"

"Uh-huh. You look very good, I'm fascinated," Joyce simply played along with his words.

This caught Luther off guard. Joyce's uncharacteristic response could only mean something was amiss. Embarrassed, he asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Joyce cast a deep look at him, "Who were you calling in the bathroom earlier?"

"Oh." Luther turned his head guiltily, steering the car while replying, "It's nothing, just some work-related stuff that suddenly came to mind, so I made a call." "What work-related stuff exactly?" Joyce asked further.

Luther hesitated; usually, she wouldn't probe. He dodged the question, "Logistics and port trade stuff. Casey called me at the hospital last time about the new port construction. Some decisions need my presence, so I made a call to give some instructions about an important link that I suddenly remembered."

"Heh, you didn't remember it all afternoon, how important could it be?" Joyce's voice cooled slightly.

At that moment, she was certain, he was lying. She had heard a few words at the door, although not very clear, but it should be related to pharmaceuticals. She had heard the words "pharmaceuticals". But he said it was about port construction, which was far from the truth.

She glanced at his handsome profile. By now, there were no barriers between them. She had given her heart to him, and she could also feel his deep affection for her. But why should he deceive her, what was he hiding?

"Cough, cough." Luther coughed lightly, "It's all because my wife is too beautiful, making me forget all about my work."

Joyce laughed, "Blaming others for your lack of self-discipline?"

She planned to replace out the real reason discreetly. Seeing her laugh and not asking further, Luther sighed in relief.

He switched hands on the steering wheel, freeing his right hand to pull hers over onto his lap. "Drive properly," Joyce warned, frowning.

"I didn't do anything, don't be nervous." He just gently laid his hand on top of hers. "I have to go back to Khebury next week, and I might be away for a while," Luther suddenly said.

Joyce frowned slightly; she knew that the last time Casey called Luther, he mentioned a board of trustees and board of directors meeting.

"How long?" she asked.

Luther shook his head, "I'm not sure, I've been away for too long, and there's a lot to deal with. I'll try to be quick."

In fact, his most important task was the arrival of a biochemical research team sent by Donald. He planned to have them collect his blood and bone marrow for secret research to replace out what poison he was affected by. If the team came to the Capital, he wouldn't be able to keep it a secret.

"Alright, I understand," Joyce nodded lightly.

He didn't mention it, but she knew. He was going back to face a major decision. The future direction of R&S Group, whether to move their headquarters to the Capital, or stay in Khebury and just set up a branch in the Capital.

The board members would certainly have objections to the move, and he was under significant pressure. Most importantly, the Capital was the administrative center, while Khebury was Pascaylia's largest commercial center. It wasn't suitable for the long-term development of R&S Group.

She looked out the window, lost in thought. Before long, the car had entered the warlord's inner courtyard. The brilliant streetlights illuminated the overlapping shadows of the trees.

It had been a while since she was last here. The roads within the warlord's courtyard felt strangely unfamiliar to her. Luther drove the car all the way into the inner courtyard and parked it in the yard. Joyce got out of the car and closed the door behind her. Hearing the commotion in the yard, Anderson was the first to run out.

"Dad, Mom, you're finally here."

Luther stepped forward and picked up Anderson, "Andres, did you have fun? Are you happy?"

"I'm so happy. Grandma took me bird hunting and taught me so many skills. I even caught a wild chicken today! It was so cool," Anderson's voice was filled with excitement.

"A wild chicken? Andres, you're amazing. Where's the chicken? Show me," Joyce fondly ruffled Anderson's hair.

"Grandma has already made it into a delicious soup. It's in the pot, haha." Anderson slid down from Luther's body, took Joyce's hand, and walked towards the house. "Hurry, Mom, you're late, and Grandma's been waiting."

Joyce and Luther walked into the house. Joyce looked apologetically at Cecelia, "Mom, I'm sorry we're late."

"It's okay. There's someone who's even later than you," Cecelia glanced irritably at the clock on the wall.

Luther looked around, "Dad hasn't arrived yet?"

"Hmm." Cecelia's face fell, "Some people don't even call. He always talks about strict discipline."

"Mom, Dad must be too busy," Joyce soothed, arm in arm with Cecelia.

Suddenly, she heard a car braking outside, "Listen, Dad must be back."

Cecelia glanced at the door, and sure enough, Dewey had arrived driving Ralph's car. Her face brightened, "At least he's not too late. Otherwise, he shouldn't come back for dinner in the future."

As she spoke, Ralph strode into the house. Dewey saluted, "Ma'am, young master, I'll leave first." After speaking, Dewey quickly left, not wanting to disturb their family gathering.

Luther approached and respectfully greeted, "Dad."

Ralph patted his shoulder, smiling broadly, "Sit."

Cecelia invited everyone to sit at the dining table. Today was the first time the family had gathered together for a meal.

Cecelia brought out the dishes one by one from the kitchen. It was a feast, including a stew of cordyceps and wild chicken. She pointed at the pot, "This is a wild chicken that Andres caught himself. It's been stewing for over three hours, the soup is very fresh. I added a lot of precious herbs, Luther, you need to replenish yourself."

Joyce was taken aback. She immediately misunderstood and blushed. He needs to replenish himself? Did Cecelia know he was exerting too much?

At this point, Luther added, "It's just a minor injury, nothing serious. Thank you for your concern."

Joyce suddenly understood. Cecelia meant he was injured and needed to replenish his nutrition. Oh God, her mind was becoming more and more impure. It was all his fault.