Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 193

"Oh, Jacqueline really can't wait." Charlotte's red lips hooked up, revealing a touch of smugness, "Joyce won't get away with it this time."

She thought to herself. God seemed to be helping her. These days Luther was not in the country, and Jacqueline could use this chance to do whatever she wanted. When Luther returned, what's done could not be undone and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Missy, as for the rest of it, you just need to wait and watch the good show." Ricky said, "I used all temporary communication cards, leaving no traces, and have just destroyed them all."

"Hmm." Hearing what Ricky said, Charlotte finally put her mind at ease.

"But, after all, the surveillance outside the house of the Warner family will show that the two of us have visited the house. So no surprise, a police officer will call us over tomorrow for a routine statement." He continued.

"Will something go wrong?" At the mention of the police station, Charlotte was inevitably nervous.

"Don't be afraid, the reason I don't enter the left house is because once I do, it will be difficult to give it a reason. The situation is now in our favor, you just have to pretend that you don't know Stephanie is dead and say that you just had a chat with her over tea and left in an hour. You left before she died, you have an alibi. No need to say much else, you are a Heath, and no one dare to ask more questions. Tomorrow will go with you." Ricky reassured. In fact, for him to kill Stephanie, it was just as simple as stepping on an ant on the side of the road. He had totally nothing to fear.

"Hmm." Charlotte took a deep breath as she bit her lip, still a little flustered.

Ricky got up and poured Charlotte a glass of water and handed it to her, saying softly, "Look at you, your lips are dry and cracked. Here, have a glass of water." Charlotte took the glass and just took a sip.

Suddenly, not far from the restaurant came a "crackling" sound, like the sound of something bursting.

She was so startled that her hands shook with fear and the entire glass of water tipped over onto her chest. Fortunately, the water was warm but it instantly soaked through her bathrobe, running all the way down her chest.

She just felt scared, her heart was pounding, her throat choked with a sob, and her whole body shrank into Ricky's arms beside her.

Ricky glanced up at the dining room, "It's okay! It's just a light bulb. I'll go change it."

He was just about to stand up when Charlotte tightened her grip on his waist to keep him from getting up, and she whispered, "Don't go, just stay here with me."

Ricky sat down again and put his arms around her.

Her breasts were soaked with water, and her bathrobe could not stop his sight anymore. His eyes was fixed on her body and he could not move his eyes, feeling some part of his body swelling fast. It was exploding, and he could no longer hold it back.

Today they were all on their own in the house and right now she needed himself.

He violently pushed her down on the couch and roughly ripped her bathrobe away.

"Missy, please forgive me, I just can't stand it..."

The words... disappeared in the embrace of the two.

"Be gentle." was all Charlotte said, acquiescing to his actions.

Tonight, she did need him. She knew that this man had always coveted her, and that she had been giving him all the hints but never gave him anything, so that she could hold on to him better. She hadn't done such a thing for too long, either, and had a strong need for a man.

She had killed someone and didn't want to be alone tonight, or she would be afraid. She needed someone to fill her emptiness and fear.

From body to mind, she needed to be comforted.

In the living room of the Heath family, a man and a woman having a much heated, obsecure encounter.