Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 299

Her brain paused for a moment as bits and pieces of memory came up.

Although incomplete, the fragments lingered her the mind. She remembered herself wrapping around him like a snake, and demanding constantly, with no manners at all.

She must be crazy, just crazy.

She finally knew why she had even lost her voice.

Her cheeks instantly burned up and she wanted to replace a hole in the ground. Even if she was drugged, how could she lose her sanity and look like a slut, she was simply so embarrassed. As he watched, he buttoned her dress and was about to help her put on her socks.

She hastily stopped it, "I'll wear it myself."

"I'll do it." Luther insisted in a cold voice.

His slender long fingers brushed her soft white toes. Her feet were beautiful, slender yet firm. He loved it.

Watching him gently put on her socks, her face turned even redder and she tried to pull her foot back, but he held it firmly and wouldn't budge.

After all the clothes were put on.

Luther took the "Wheel of Fortune" necklace out of his pocket.

"Turn around and I'll put it on you." A magnetic voice rang in her ears.

Joyce's eyes lit up abruptly with surprise, "This necklace, I hung it on a branch by the creek. I was hoping someone would know where I was going, and I'm surprised you really picked it up?" "Hmm." He put it on for her; maybe this really was their destiny.

Destined for him to replace her, destined for him to have her.

The sky, finally, was completely bright.

A golden sunrise enveloped their surroundings.

The soft glow of the light and the Wheel of Fortune she wore around her neck were intertwined. At this moment, her face was more dazzling than the sun, and the morning breeze blew her fresh and clean hair, wisps of which swirled with the wind, adding to it a kind of seductive beauty.

He couldn't take his eyes off of it.

His body, which was completely satisfied last night, was now once again ignited. He could not wait to ... He wanted to taste the intense and exciting feelings of last night again immediately. Unfortunately, not far away, there seemed to be a burst of shouting, and the commotion was getting louder and louder, and it seemed that a lot of people were coming this way.

"It should be Karl and the others." Luther stood up and reached out to pull Joyce up as well.

When Joyce stood up, she realized that her legs were sore and numb as if they were not her own.

"Karl, with a large group of people, has finally found us. Come on, let's go and join them." Luther took Joyce's hand, but found her standing still.

"What's wrong?" He looked back at her.

"..."

Joyce lowered her head blushed, "My legs are numb and I can't walk."

A trace of embarrassment crossed Luther's handsome face and he uncomfortably cleared his throat.

He knew, it was all thanks to him. They had quite intense night last night. Although he tried to be careful and extremely gentle, but in the end, he was out of control. How could anyone blame him however? She felt so good that he couldn't stay awake and couldn't hold it.

"Here, I'll carry you."

He put Joyce on his back and left the lake on foot, heading in the direction of Karl.

Joyce quietly crouched on his back, the side of her face pressed against his back with a feeling of warmth and peace of mind.

They had been through life and death together.

It's been quite a journey.

Finally, they got over it.