Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 22

Back to the Warner family's main house.

Joyce accompanied her grandmother for dinner and talked with her for a while. The two talked and

laughed.

Joyce's face was calm, as if the thing had never happened.

There was no denying that Grandma was in a much better mood since Joyce arrived.

Joyce would also give her grandmother massages from time to time to ease the pain caused by her

lung cancer treatment.

Luther thought it would be worth it. His grandmother had brought him up all by herself, and he just

wanted her to be happy for the last days of her life.

After Grandma fell asleep, Joyce returned to her room.

Although she stayed in Luther's luxurious room for a few days, she never took a closer look at it since

she came and went in a hurry each time.

Today she found that there was a storage room in the bedroom. After opening the door, a burst of cold

air spread.

Inside were rows and rows of wine cabinets. A whole room for the wines? So extravagant.

She opened one of the crystal cabinet doors, which held all kinds of foreign wines she had never seen

before.

She picked the smallest bottle, opened it, and poured herself a glass. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

She had never had a drink before. Suddenly she wanted to try it today.

She drank it off.

The pungent sensation flowed through her limbs. She felt that her brain was getting hot, and the body a

little numb. And then she gradually couldn't think clearly.

Well, good. She didn't want to think about anything right now, the more numb the better.

One glass, then another, and soon the whole bottle was empty.

She gradually felt dizzy and the burning sensation was all over her body. She tried to stand up, but her

legs were weak and she fell on the soft carpet.

So comfortable, it's good to sleep like this.

Some time later, a pair of shoes appeared in front of her.

She looked up with confused eyes.

Follow the shoes, she looked up and there were long and slender legs. And then upper, she saw a pair

of deep black eyes under the straight brows, high nose and thin lips. That was so noble, domineering,

cold and handsome!

The most beautiful man on earth.

Why did it look familiar?

"Handsome, you're so good-looking." She giggled up at him, drunk as hell.

Luther looked speechlessly at the woman who lay prostrate.

At this moment her tilted head, slightly curved and watery eyes were so soul-stirring.

Luther felt uncomfortable all over. He dicovered the empty bottle next to him, and couldn't help but let

out a low curse.

This woman actually drank up the Spade A champagne he had been saving for years.

"Hey, wake up!" He kicked her.

"Handsome man, pull me up. Have a few more drinks with me, and I'll pay you." Joyce's smile was so

attrative when she fumbled her pockets, as if she was looking for her wallet.

Damn, this woman treated him as a bartender? Obviously, she can not drink, but she was so drunk and

crazy.

"Get up!" Luther reached out his hand with a upset face and yanked her, but he underestimated the

explosive power of a drunken woman too much.

Joyce's legs were so weak that she couldn't stand up. She dragged Luther and fell straight backwards.

Being dragged down by her, Luther was tripped. "Bang" a loud sound in the room.

Joyce slumped to the floor, followed by Luther who fell right on top of her.

At this moment, there seemed to be electric light. Two people face to face, four lips pressed together.

Warm, soft, and a rich smell of the finest champagne, the smell merely made you drunk.

"Handsome, you are so bad." Joyce reached out and hooked her hand around his neck, her cheeks

flushed. Her sexy lips were seductive and alluring.

Not knowing if it was the smell of wine that caused his trance, or if the scene was too beautiful for this

moment.

Luther actually kiss her. She was so fragrant, so sweet, so soft. He just felt his whole body was

expanding. There was bursting feeling in his brain, almost can not control.

Joyce was kissed like this and felt lost.

It was so familiar. It's as if he's back to the night when he was drugged.

Luther was getting out of control ......