Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

Luther stepped out from behind the shadows of a large tree. He had previously had a tour around the Eden Apartment, and now he still felt puzzled.

It was completely incomprehensible why he would suddenly buy a property in such a place for an outrageous price well over twice the market value. It was simply unbelievable.

He walked towards Joyce, his sharp eyes somber and his tone cold, “You had dinner with Justin?”

Joyce tilted her head and gave a sarcastic laugh, “Didn’t you see it all? So what?” Since he asked this question, he must have seen her and Justin walk out of the restaurant together, and then Justin left first.

Luther said in a cold voice, “Just do not forget, we have not yet received a divorce certificate. I’ve made an agreement with you that you and I are not allowed to have relations with other men or women during our marriage.”

Joyce looked at him with slight surprise, “And you still remember this?”

She remembered that she had met Felix and Mathew for the first time in Imperiana early on, and after playing darts with them, she and Luther had made a deal on their way back to the Warner residence. He proposed the terms, among which was this one.

“Of course, I remember.” He said coldly.

She laughed, “That’s a serious double standard you have. You’ve been sending invitations around to tell everyone in the city that you are about to get engaged to Charlotte before our marriage comes to an end, and I’m just having dinner with Justin, what’s wrong with that??”

“Justin, you sound close.” Luther’s face was dark, and for some reason, he was extremely upset inside his heart. It was like a feeling of jealousy that gave him all the stifling anger and depression.

“You might as well mind your own fiancée and stay out of my business.” Joyce disdainfully turned around and was about to leave.

“Wait, I’m going to go upstairs and check it out.” Luther held out an arm to stop Joyce.

“Why? Please don’t disturb me. You are not welcome here.” Joyce shook off his arm with force, her voice resentful.

“What, I can’t go up and see the house I purchased myself?” Luther snorted coldly, “I want to see why I would pay a high price for a house in such a place and then rent it to you. This is not like my style of doing things. It’s remote, the environment is ordinary, the traffic is not convenient enough, there are no large long-term commercial plans nearby, and there is absolutely no room for appreciation.”

Joyce was speechless, he was the landlord and she could not blame him for wanting to see his own house. As for why he would overpay for a house here, hell, how would she know?

She had no choice but to take Luther with her in the elevator to her own apartment on the 14th floor.

There were a total of eight households on the floor, all of which were decorated in a uniform Scandinavian style.

“Here we are, this is it.”

She stepped out of the elevator and stood in front of the apartment door, just about to enter the passcode to open it.

Luther suddenly reached out his hand, stopping her, and skillfully pressed a series of numbers himself on the keypad. “Drip-drip-drip!” After a few rings, the lock automatically opened.

“Strange, why did I know the code, as if I had used it before.” Puzzled, he pressed the doorknob, pushed the door open, and walked into the apartment.

Joyce looked stiff. In fact, he did know the password. It was her birthday, and it was the password she used before.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.