Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 539

All the people around them, coming and going, were envious.

A man and a woman kissing in the street, the autumn breeze, the fallen leaves, they all formed a beautiful and moving picture.

Joyce was wrapped in his arms, unable to move.

And the people all around were whispering.

"Wow, what a handsome man, it's so happy to be kissed by him, I want to be that girl so badly. It's so cool!"

"The women aren't bad either, are you half as pretty as she is?"

"Do they just have to do that in the street?"

"Ouch, too ashamed to look at it."

"So horny, so horny, can't stand it."

All kinds of comments got into the ears clearly, and the already blushing Joyce were now even more afraid to open her eyes. At the moment her brain was sober, and out of control was the temperamental man in front of her.

She could not bear it any longer and only wanted to replace a place to get away from the crowds.

He hesitated to let her go, and even kissed her deeper and deeper, and finally, she bit his lips fiercely.

Luther felt the pain and finally let go of her.

He raised his hand to gently wipe the corner of his wet lips, and a faint taste of blood permeated his mouth. This damn little wildcat even bit his lips.

"Are you crazy, you know where we are?"

Joyce's cheeks were hot, and the strange looks she received from time to time made her very uncomfortable.

"Here, did he touch it?"

Luther could not care less about the people. The thought of Christian touching her just now filled his mind with jealousy, and he couldn't care less about anything else but his anger. He squeezed her wrist with one hand to keep her from leaving and caressed the soft, slightly swollen corners of her lips with the other hand, rubbing them repeatedly, and questioned her sternly.

"What are you talking about? It's ridiculous." She was so angry that she turned her face away, not wanting him to touch her, the taste of his dominance lingering on her lips.

"Christian, did he ever kiss you? Did you sleep together?"

Luther was unrelenting and questioned repeatedly.

Joyce's face was as red as a cooked shrimp, hot and burning. How could he just ask her such questions in public?

Seeing that she never answered, he, in a fit of rage and impulse, wanted to kiss her hard again.

Just when he bent his head...

Just then, Shelly's screams came from behind, like a thunder and lightning.

"Joyce, you shameless woman. How dare you seduce my brother."

Shelly sprinted from behind Luther. Just now she saw Luther and Joyce kissing in the street from afar, and there were many people around.

She was so angry that she lost her senses and stepped forward and yanked Joyce away from Luther.

"You cunning bitch, still trying to seduce my brother. Get lost!"

Shelly's frantic shouting drew more sideways glances around.

The onlookers did not dare to approach when they saw the powerful aura and cold eyes of Luther and before long, they all left one after another. After all, it was quite obvious that they could not afford to cross the man in front of them.

"

." Joyce was completely speechless. Well, like brother, like sister.

"Bitch! You go to hell!" Shelly raised her hand and tried to slap Joyce.

There had been too much resentment accumulated in her heart and she had nowhere to vent it.

"Shelly, what are you doing?" Luther stopped Shelly just in time and squeezed her wrist that was about to his Joyce.

He looked at Shelly with some incredulity. He thought, although his sister was capricious, she was not so rude as to be unreasonable, let alone hitting someone. How could she be like this now? He didn't even recognize his own sister anymore.