Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1636: Cloud Disk Records

Chapter 1636: Cloud Disk Records

After the meal in the warlord's inner courtyard, Luther and Joyce bid farewell to Ralph and Cecelia, then took Anderson back to the Rose Court Apartment. Along the way, Anderson, somewhat tired, fell asleep in the car.

Luther, driving the car, glanced at Joyce and suddenly asked, "Are you thinking of returning to Khebury for me? Thank you."

Joyce's beautiful eyes half-closed, she leaned back in her seat to rest, "You ask knowing the answer."

Luther, somewhat excited, placed a hand on hers, "You don't actually need to make such a big sacrifice. I'm fine, really."

"Are you willing to part ways again for three years?" Joyce suddenly opened her eyes, "You can still back out now. I can make a call and tell them."

As she spoke, she took out her phone.

"No." Luther quickly stopped her, "Not to mention three years, even three hours would be torture."

He held her hand, "I hope to always be by your side."

To be honest, on one side was a long-lost relative, and on the other side was him. Joyce chose to return to Khebury with him, and he couldn't express how happy he was inside.

"I grew up in Khebury, I'm accustomed to the food and climate there. Besides, if I move QR Design Company back to Pascaylia, Khebury would be the most suitable location. It's conducive to long-term development." She rubbed her forehead, "I don't want to give up on my career."

"I'll make space for you in the R&S Group headquarters."

Before Luther could finish, Joyce had already refused, "No, I want my own independent office building. I don't want to become your subsidiary. And I don't want to share an office building with you. There's neve a serious moment."

She joked, if she were at the R&S headquarters, she felt she couldn't work properly. This man beside her, his mind was always on other things.

Looking at her wary expression, Luther couldn't help but laugh quietly.

Was it really that exaggerated?

Joyce gave him a white look, and he still had the nerve to laugh.

Luther reached out and poked her temple, joking, "I'll definitely leave an office for you, don't forget that you're also a member of the R&S Group board of directors, a shareholder. These years I've been holding your shares for you, voting for you. It's time to give them back to you. These are the shares your grandmother left for you. It's your responsibility to carry them."

Joyce muttered, "I got it, just drive properly."

Luther turned his head back to concentrate on driving.

But he was calculating in his mind, next week was when the Donald Biopharmaceutical team would arrive, and Joyce suddenly said she would return to Khebury next week? Was there a connection between the two? It seemed that he had to be cautious in his arrangements, without knowing what poison he had been given, he couldn't let her see any clues.

Joyce glanced at him, seeing his mind drifting, and the doubts in her heart surged up again.

She felt something was off about him.

She had to keep a close eye and replace the reason.

When the car reached the apartment building, Luther parked, and Anderson woke up.

Joyce touched his head, "We're home, time to go to bed."

"Hmm." Anderson rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"We're going back to Khebury, Andres. If you have any lingering feelings for the Capital, any wishes, you can fulfill them," Luther asked.

"I'll miss my grandparents," Anderson thought for a moment.

"We can always come back," Joyce pouted, "Transportation is developed, it doesn't take long to get there, we can come back to see grandma and grandpa anytime. Besides, grandma just said that she would be living between the two places."

In the past, for Charlotte, Cecelia spent most of her time living in Khebury. It was only after the incident that she took Charlotte back to the Capital.

"Do you have any good friends in kindergarten? We can invite them out to dinner."

Luther asked softly, "We can help you host a farewell party."

Recently Anderson hadn't been going to school. They were considering switching him to another kindergarten, but now that Joyce had decided to return to Khebury, they didn't need to consider this issue. They could just send him to the best aristocratic kindergarten in Khebury.

"No need," Anderson waved his hands, "I don't have any particular connections with them."

Speaking of this, his twinkling eyes dimmed. He inexplicably thought of Fair. The only person who left a deep impression on him in kindergarten, other than Fair, was no one else.

If he had any lingering feelings, it was the whereabouts of Fair which remained unknown.

He had asked Uncle Gregory, but there were no traces.

Many days had passed, and he thought he would forget, but when he suddenly thought of it, he found that his heart was still very heavy. Whether Fair was alive or dead, why were they constantly deceiving him? At least give him an outcome.

Unfortunately, there wasn't one.

"Alright."

Joyce brought Anderson down from the car, and the three of them returned to the Rose Court Apartment.

After Anderson took a bath, he went to bed early.

Joyce kissed Anderson's forehead, "Go to sleep early."

Then she closed the door and left Anderson's room.

As soon as Joyce left, Anderson immediately took out his phone from under his pillow. He logged into his exclusive cloud disk space, where he stored everything he didn't want to forget, including all the little things that had happened between him and Fair.

He recorded today's events.

"Today, dad and mom decided to return to Khebury, and we are leaving next week. Fair, if one day you come back to the Capital, you might not replace me, because I'm not in the Capital anymore."

"I have no attachment to kindergarten. Except for meeting you."

"Fair, where are you? Are you alive or dead?"

"Will you come back again?"

After recording, he kept flipping through her photos, all given to him by Uncle Gregory. These were all the photos related to Fair that Uncle Gregory could replace, for admission, for identification, and those captured from kindergarten videos.

In them, she was smiling brighter than the brilliant sun.

He depended on the cloud disk to remember, because he would forget when he grew up. But in many years' time, would Fair still remember?

He closed his phone, not wanting to look anymore.

In the darkness, he lay with his eyes open, unable to sleep for a long time.

Outside the door, Luther pulled Joyce aside and held her, "Has Andres fallen asleep?"

"Hmm." Joyce nodded.

"Where do you want to live when we go back to Khebury?" Luther played with her long hair, "In the city, the main house? The new house? You can choose. It's up to you."

"Let's go back to the Warner residence." Joyce lifted her head slightly.

"Alright, I'll call Mr. Arnold tomorrow and have him prepare." Luther brushed her cheek, in fact, he also liked living in the main house.

"Hmm."

Joyce was about to turn around.

Luther pulled her back, "After settling down in Khebury, let's take a trip to Mufron and bring back Iris's ashes. I've arranged everything. We'll go next weekend. When we come back, we can bury her in the Warner family's private cemetery, she'll be back home with us."

Joyce closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh, "Okay."

Luther took her into his arms, his arms slowly gathering her closer.

He didn't speak any more, feeling her slight trembling, all he could do was silently comfort her.