Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 192

Charlotte repeatedly paced across the empty Heath residence by herself.

Cecelia and Rodney both left Khebury this morning for the Capital for some business.

She was the only one in the empty house.

Ricky sent her back to the house in the afternoon, and then went out on his own to do some work and to get some information, and had not returned.

She drifted off to sleep for a while and woke up to replace it was almost dark, and her whole body was covered in cold sweat, like she had just been fished out of the water. Perhaps she had a terrible nightmare just now, her heart was now full of fear and she started to get restless.

She got up and went to the bathroom to put on hot water to take a bath. She wanted to relax her body, but the more she washed, the more suffocating she felt, and she could hardly breathe. She could only change into a bathrobe and hurriedly get out of the tub.

At this point, it was all dark outside, and the endless darkness of the night seemed to have completely enveloped the surrounding area.

She took a few bites of noodles for dinner and lost her appetite.

Feeling unease, she threw all the clothes she had worn today into the washing machine.

She wanted to clean all the traces associated with Stephanie.

As she watched the washing machine go round and round, her heart seemed to shake up and down with it. She watched for a long time, so uncomfortable that she felt like throwing up. Today she killed someone. She actually killed someone with her own hands!

She had actually killed someone! As much as she wanted Stephanie to die before! Because Stephanie got in her way, one more day of life she got, and the engagement between her and Luther could be dragged on and on.

At the time she did it, she was nervous, but she did not hesitate, and even to the end, she had a different sense of excitement. She admired Stephanie's helplessness and despair, anger and pain before she died, and it was such a relief for her to watch Stephanie die knowing the truth but unable to do anything about it!

But by now, when the endless darkness fell, she began to be afraid.

The wind was blowing outside and the leaves were rustling, making her even more scared and her heart pounding.

And at that moment, the door of the house was suddenly opened.

With this a gush of cold wind blowed into the room, and Charlotte could not help but shiver a bit.

Charlotte was startled at first and instinctively took two steps backwards, nearly hitting the wall behind her. When she saw that it was Ricky who had returned, she immediately ran forward. "What took you so long to get back? It's so late." Charlotte snapped.

Ricky locked the door behind him and turned off the safety lock so that no one could open it from the outside. He wrapped an arm around Charlotte and led her to the living room sofa and sat down. "How did it go? Did it go well?" Charlotte forgot that she had been wearing a bathrobe all this time. The loose belt hung in the middle, but it was far from enough to keep what was inside from Ricky's sight, revealing a large area of her snow-white skin. Her hair had been left long, and at the moment it was dripping wet and hanging over her chest, adding to it a bit of femininity.

"Don't worry, I'm here, it's all taken care of. Everything's fine." Ricky sat down next to her, the sight in front of him was so enticing that he couldn't help but gulp as his throat rolled.

"Is Stephanie really dead?" Charlotte was a little unsure. After all, Stephanie was still alive when she left.

"Of course! Stephanie died around 4:00, as I expected, and Joyce returned to the Warner family around 4:30, making her the most suspicious person. Then Jacqueline and Shelly were lured to the Warner family by me, and after that the police all arrived, and everything went as smoothly as could be expected." Ricky recounted.

"Jacqueline really seized this opportunity to try to screw Joyce, and she should have used her connections at the top." He raised his hand and looked at his watch, "Just half an hour before I came back, the arrest warrant from the prosecutor's office has been approved, and Joyce has been sent to the detention center for now."