Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 1700: The Most Basic Trust

Chapter 1700: The Most Basic Trust

Joyce wrapped one hand around his neck and placed the other on his handsome face, her slender

fingers tracing his strong features.

The living room was dimly lit, accentuating his exceptional elegance.

"Did you expect to encounter so many things when you returned to Khebury?" she asked softly. "Don't

worry too much. I'm just speculating. Maybe it's just a coincidence and has nothing to do with us."

Luther caught her small hand and pressed his nose against it, almost touching her. "If you keep

touching me like that, I won't be able to control myself."

She chuckled softly, "What will happen if you can't control yourself?"

Pulling him down, she took the initiative to kiss his razor-sharp lips. "Like this?"

Luther was momentarily stunned but quickly shifted from being passive to active. "You've been

influenced by bad things."

He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her onto his lap, and their long, passionate kiss lasted

for a long time, until both were breathless.

Embracing each other, she nestled in his arms, feeling his heart pounding strongly, beat after beat.

Luther gently caressed her, his hand coming to rest on her small abdomen, covering it gently, silently

feeling.

Lately, he had been restraining himself because he had noticed changes in her body.

During their kiss just now, he didn't make any more intrusive moves. He feared that his excitement

would harm her and the baby.

Although the intense heat surged within him, having her in his arms was already enough.

Joyce looked down at her slightly rounded belly, which was not noticeable when she wore loose

clothing. She placed her hand on top of his.

"This is our first time feeling them grow together," she said softly.

Luther paused for a moment. Yes, Anderson and Alisha's births were moments he and Joyce couldn't

experience and accompany. It had always been his biggest regret. But this time, could he really do it?

His eyes darkened, and his expression gradually grew gloomy.

Joyce noticed Luther's change in mood and lifted her head to ask, "I didn't mean to blame you. Don't

overthink. I've long since let go of the past."

She silently added in her heart. When he took the unknown drug from Otis, when he was stabbed in

the abdomen and lost a lot of blood, when his life was in danger, she only blamed herself for not

forgiving him earlier and missed those years they could have spent together.

Luther softly replied, "I'm not overthinking."

However, her tolerance and love eased his low spirits to a large extent.

Suddenly, his eyes brightened, and he seemed to ignite with excitement. "They moved, they moved!"

His hand, resting on her belly, felt a slight movement.

"How is that possible? It's still early, right?" Joyce knew he was referring to fetal movements. But she

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movements could start between the 18th and 20th week of pregnancy. She hadn't reached 18 weeks

yet. But the doctor had also mentioned that for some sensitive people, feeling fetal movements at 14

weeks was possible.

"It's true," Luther exclaimed excitedly, his voice trembling.

"They moved again, they moved again!" he exclaimed, just now he had been a bit uncertain himself.

After all, he had never experienced fetal movements before. But this time, he truly felt the faint

movements.

It was like a small sprout gently pushing against his palm.

This feeling melted his heart.

"Really? Let me feel too."

Joyce anxiously moved his hand away. She herself had never felt fetal movements. Thinking back over

the past few days, she did feel a rolling sensation in her belly. She had always thought it was an upset

stomach, but it turned out to be the precursor to fetal movements.

Luther moved his hand away and gently placed it on top of hers. "Here, feel it."

Joyce held her breath and waited patiently.

However, she waited for a long time and still didn't feel any fetal movements. She couldn't help but

furrow her brows. "Are you sure? I didn't feel anything."

"It's impossible. It definitely happened just now. It moved twice, I felt it," Luther insisted.

He held her even tighter. "Wait a little longer. Let me carry you to bed."

He princess-carried her, walking to the bedroom. With a flick of his long legs, he closed the door. Then

he placed her gently on the bed, lying her down.

Joyce always held onto his neck and pulled him down to lie on the bed with her.

Nestled in his embrace, she gently stroked her small belly.

Suddenly, she felt it-the faint movement in her belly.

Excitement overwhelmed her, and she couldn't find the words to expressher feelings. Her voice got

caught in her throat. It was real, it was fetal movement!

Luther saw her face light up and quickly asked, "Did you feel it?"

Joyce nodded excitedly. "Yes, they moved again. Oh my, they moved once more!"

Luther gently removed her hand and caressed her abdomen. "My little ones, how mischievous you

are."

Leaning down, he pressed his cheek against her belly, feeling the warmth in this intimate moment.

"You have to be good, don't trouble your mommy. She's working so hard." He pointed at her belly, his

eyes filled with tenderness.

Joyce chuckled.

She pushed him playfully. "I'm not working that hard. But you, what have you been busy with lately?

You've been coming home late all the time."

Luther paused, lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling, lost in thought for a moment.

Joyce rested against his chest, one hand encircling his waist. "I was just asking casually. You don't

have to answer. I know Alisha's situation has put a lot of pressure on you. I'll patiently wait for you to

give me the results."

Luther reached out and held her hand, his large palm enveloping hers.

He suddenly asked, "No matter what I've done, will you still believe in me?"

Joyce's body stiffened slightly. She remembered the previous time when she smelled perfume on his

clothes and found a faint lipstick mark on his sleeve. Her intuition told her that he had been in contact

with other women. And now, with his tone, it was clear that he was hiding something from her. What

exactly was he doing with that other woman, coming home late repeatedly? If it was just work-related

matters, why didn't he tell her? What was the matter that he deliberately concealed from her?

However, it didn't matter.

She propped herself up and rested her chin on her hand, looking at him seriously.

She made a promise, word by word, "Yes. I promise. No matter what you've done, I will believe in you.

We have been through so much together. This is the most basic trust. I will always stand by your side."

Luther looked at her, his black eyes flickering with gratitude, crossing paths with her gaze.

He suddenly flipped over and pressed her beneath him.

His breathing intensified. "I didn't plan on troubling you. You must be tired today. I'm sorry, I couldn't

help myself..."

After speaking, he passionately sealed her lips with his own, his fiery body completely enveloping her.

She wrapped her arms around him, accepting the passion and fervor he gave her.

Tonight, the darkness grew deeper.