Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 2016 What To Do If You Can'T Stand It?

Chapter 2016 What to do if you can't stand it?

Not long after Karl left, Joyce and Luther sat for a moment, during which Luther made a few phone calls.

Standing up, he walked to the nearby balcony and gave some instructions.

Upon returning to the couch, Luther noticed a hint of melancholy on Joyce's face. He sat beside her, wrapping her in his arms and asked, "I've noticed you've been uneasy these days. Are you still worried?" "No. It's just that I'm nervous about the wedding," Joyce confessed.

"Nervous?" Luther didn't understand. "Worried something will go wrong?"

"No, just nervous about the wedding, too many people are coming. I don't like crowds and having to entertain everyone. It's all too much," Joyce sighed, "That's why I didn't want a ceremony. Maybe I have a bit of social anxiety."

Luther was surprised. He never thought the fearless Joyce would be afraid of crowds and have social anxiety. She always preferred to be alone. Her only close friend used to be Juanita, and later Vicki, with no other close female friends.

"Just this once, and never again," Joyce grumbled, still unhappy about the wedding.

Luther's face darkened, "Of course, only once. Who else would you have a wedding with?"

Joyce looked at him and pushed him playfully, "What are you talking about? Stop being ridiculous."

Luther almost got pushed off the couch. This woman had become quite strong.

Seeing her exert so much force, Joyce quickly grabbed his arm to pull him back.

In the back and forth, Luther lost his balance and accidentally ended up pinning Joyce on the couch.

The position was suggestive.

In the warmth of her embrace, Luther couldn't bear to let go. They had been too busy these days, and to prevent any mishaps, they had been sleeping in separate rooms. It had been a while. Now, with no one around, even a kiss or an embrace would relieve the tension.

Thinking this, he took action.

Leaning in, he kissed Joyce's lips.

Joyce quickly turned her head, pushing his shoulders and scolded, "This is the reception room. Someone could come in at any time. Karl might come back soon. What are you doing? Let go of me." "I know, just a little kiss. Nothing else. I wouldn't do anything else. I'm not that..."

Before he could finish, he kissed her firmly.

Joyce could only emit a muffled sound, unable to push him away.

Ignoring her protests, Luther deepened the kiss, causing her to eventually give in. Holding onto his shoulders to maintain a hint of reason, she let herself go. But he held back. If not for the untimely cough, he might have lost control. Ever the gentleman, Luther was relieved he didn't give in to his impulse.

"Ahem."

An uncomfortable cough interrupted the moment.

Luther quickly sat up, straightened his suit and tie, trying to maintain composure.

"Felix, you're here," he greeted.

Felix and Vicki both arrived, but Felix entered first. He had no idea he would walk in on such an intimate scene and hesitated between leaving and interrupting them. He awkwardly stood in place. After Vicki entered, she nonchalantly observed the scene with arms crossed, enjoying the sight.

Seeing Vicki's eager expression, Felix was exasperated. He didn't want her to witness anything too intimate. Their private life was already uncontrolled, and he didn't want more external stimuli to affect them. Joyce felt the pressure ease and quickly sat up. Compared to Luther's bold and nonchalant attitude, she appeared more restrained. She wasn't as shameless as Luther.

Her cheeks were so red they could have dripped blood, and she was sweating. Her hair was a mess.

Luckily, her buttons were still done up.

Joyce hid behind Luther, discreetly smoothing her hair. She was too embarrassed to make eye contact.

Vicki teased, "Why not continue? I don't mind. Let me see how 'vigorous' Mr. Warner is."

Felix's face darkened. He wanted to cover Vicki's mouth to stop her frank remarks.

Joyce was even redder, and she pinched Luther, blaming him.

Luther dismissed it, "It's just a kiss. We're all adults here. What's the harm?"

With that, he grabbed Joyce's chin, turned her towards him, and kissed her passionately in front of Vicki and Felix.

Joyce was wide-eyed, shaking her head and trying to push him away.

Luther chuckled, "What's wrong with a little affection between husband and wife?"

"You're right, Luther," Felix laughed, "Vicki and I are also very affectionate."

Felix then pulled Vicki closer.

Joyce, relieved that the heat on her face had faded slightly, approached Vicki and took her arm, "It's been a while, and your belly is so big. Come, sit on the couch."

"No, I've been sitting all the way here. My back is killing me. I want to stand for a while," Vicki looked Joyce up and down, "You look so good. Your complexion is rosy and radiant, you must not have lacked any nourishment. Can I ask you a question? After giving birth, how long until you can... you know?"

Joyce was dumbfounded, at a loss for words.

She didn't understand what Vicki meant by "nourishment."

She hesitantly asked, "What do you mean?"

Felix and Luther, both men, understood Vicki's implication.

Luther even turned away in embarrassment.

Felix was petrified. He couldn't control his wife, who was always bringing up such matters. She not only thought about it all the time but also asked everywhere. He felt like he was losing face.

Vicki looked at Joyce, puzzled, "Are you pretending not to understand or are you really clueless? I mean, the... you know, how long until you can do that again after giving birth?"

Vicki was straightforward, not mincing her words, "After childbirth, there's a period when you can't, right? How long does it usually take?"

Joyce felt as if she'd been struck by lightning, longing to disappear.

Vicki was so shameless. Joyce had been caught off guard by her more than once.

Red-faced and hesitant, Joyce stuttered, "Twenty... about twenty days."

Vicki frowned, "That long? I can't stand it. What should I do?"

Joyce, Felix, and Luther didn't know what to say.