Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

After the banquet.

Luther drove Joyce away with him.

Riveria Haze was located on the outskirts of the city, far from the Warner family’s main house, and one had to cross the whole Khebury to get there.

The Maybach drove onto the highway and sped along.

The red lights on the rear of the car in front of them were alternately flashing, like the scarlet eyes of the dark night.

Luther did not say a word and seemed to have something on his mind.

Joyce hesitated, but spoke first, “Charlotte and you are engaged.”

Luther looked at her sideways.

Joyce paused and looked into his eyes.

“I heard that she even saved your life?” She was quite puzzled for she had the impression that Charlotte was not the one who would give a helping hand. Charlotte hadn’t studied first aid.

“Hmm.” He responded, not wanting to talk much about Charlotte.

There was a moment of silence and the atmosphere was somewhat stagnant.

As Joyce was just about to speak, Luther interrupted, “We need to divorce as soon as possible. She has saved my life, I need to make up for her.”

After saying that, he had some strange feeling in his heart.

In fact, he had a hunch that Joyce was going to file for divorce.

As a man, he wished he had spoken first.

“Okay.” Joyce replied with an expressionless face.

She wants a divorce as soon as possible more than he does.

Luther looked at her, seeing no reaction from her. He was not feeling well.

The air pressure in the car seemed to be getting lower and lower, suffocating people to catch their breath.

“Tomorrow we will go through the formalities. Grandma wants you to stay on, so you still live in the Warner family to take care of her. Keep the divorce a secret from Grandma, don’t let her know about it. You can ask whatever you want.”

He spoke what he wanted to say at a draught but felt more upset, as if he was acting rashly to say so.

“It’s OK. Grandma has been good to me and I will do my duty. Money won’t be needed, it’s enough.” She thought of the gentle Cecelia she had just seen, and her parents whom she had never met, and an inexplicable sadness crossing her heart.

Stephanie gave her the feeling that she was one of the family member, and she will take care of her as if she were her family member.

In this world, she never had anyone she could rely on.

Joyce stopped talking. She seemed to immerse in the solitude. This loneliness from the inside out let Luther feel pity.

Luther’s heart felt like it was stung by something, but there was no taking back what was said.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

He hammered the steering wheel in exasperation.

Suddenly, his expression was awe-inspiring and his black eyes contracted violently.

He looked at the rearview mirror several times and then stepped on the gas pedal, like a sword off the string, to accelerate the car.

Inertia caused Joyce to slam backwards into the seat, hurting her neck.

As if sensing danger, she took a deep breath, “What’s wrong?”

“There are several cars trailing us.” Luther’s voice was like cold ice.

Joyce looked at the inside rearview mirror and then the right rearview mirror.

One, two, three, four. She counted silently.

“There are four cars trailing in total.” Joyce looked gloomy, “We are now in the middle of nowhere, which is the same as being exposed to their view.”

As they spoke, two cars behind them roared furiously to their front.

“Bang”, it was a gunshot, straight at them.

Joyce can actually judge the sound of the gun and the trajectory of the bullet, and she can dodge it.

However, Luther was faster. He did not hesitate for a moment. One of his hands wielded the steering wheel to avoid their chasing, and the other one pressed her head to his chest, using his body to protect her. The large caliber bullet was so powerful that it went right through the front windshield and brushed past the seat.

Knock, knock, knock!

She heard the violent and powerful beating of his heart, and smelled his distinctive masculine scent. That was good. She was always all by herself, and had never had this kind of warmth and reassurance since she grew up.

In her heart, a trace of other emotions slowly grew.

The criminals became even more violent and shot for more time “bang bang bang”.