Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 349

She couldn't help but think of what Charlotte said when she knelt down yesterday, "No, I can feel it, he has changed his attitude towards me and I worry every day that he will change his mind." Had he really changed his mind?

Joyce shivered a little. She had no idea how he treated Charlotte. But his attitude towards her, indeed, had changed a lot. For example, just right now, he actually thoughtfully brought her some soup. "Ahem." She thought as she ate, nearly choking.

Luther came closer and gently stroked her spine, "Eat slowly, it's all yours."

Joyce coughed so hard her face turned red.

When she stopped choking, so she waved her hand, "Go back, I have to finish my work tonight, it will take a while."

"Why the hurry? You can't do it tomorrow if you don't finish? People out there might think I am exploiting my employees." Luther reached out, brushed her cheek, feeling her soft neck, and then sliding all the way to her slender waist.

Like an electric shock, she hurriedly avoided it.

"Get inspired today and want to get it done immediately. I'll just sleep in the lounge, you get out of here."

When she finished, she hurriedly stood up, walked all the way to the lounge, closed the door and walked into the bathroom.

She turned on the faucet and started to take a shower to wash away the stickiness and to clear her head. The smell he left on her during the day was still there, and she couldn't help but think of that crazy

scene.

After rinsing it off repeatedly, she changed into the spare clothes she usually kept in the rest room.

Walking out of the lounge, she looked around and there was no sign of Luther.

She was relieved that he was finally gone.

She returned to her computer and continued her work on her painting screen. Right next to her hand was a cup of Americano he left for her. He was really thoughtful.

She drew and painted, and she didn't know how much time had passed.

She was pregnant and seemed to get sleepy more easily than before. In the old days, it was no problem for her to stay up until dawn.

But right now, her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and she gradually could not open her eyes.

Finally, she simply lay down on the desktop and fall asleep.

Luther actually just went out for a walk. In the dark night, under the moonlight, he wandered for a long time under the streetlight.

When he returned to the 12th floor, he saw her lying on the table asleep.

She seemed to be sleeping soundly, her lips curved in a slight arc, and her baby-like skin looked beautifully delicate.

He stepped forward, extended his arms, picked her up and walked straight to the lounge.

The lounge, which was for employees who worked overtime, had a small and narrow bed, only one meter wide.

He laid her on the bed, helped her take off her shoes and covered her with the blanket.

Joyce turned around, but did not wake up. She just rolled over and continued to sleep towards the wall.

Luther looked at the time and it was 3:00 am.

He went back to Joyce's computer and looked at her latest design, which was impeccable. There was appreciation and admiration in his dark eyes showed. She was stunning in every way. He helped her save the drawings.

He then turned off the computer and the lights by the way.

When he returned to the lounge, he caught a glimpse of her kicking the covers off.

He shook his head helplessly and simply closed the door, took off his shoes and coat, and lay down beside her.

Although the bed is very narrow, he held her tightly from behind, and to his surprise it was not really that crowded.

Joyce no longer moved around and slept more peacefully.

A good night's sleep until dawn.

Until she was awakened by a sharp yell...