Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

Luther quietly stayed by his grandmother’s side, holding her hand tightly. They did not have much time left together and the thought that his grandmother would leave him made him feel more and more uncomfortable.

Joyce put on her apron, went into the kitchen, and began to prepare her ingredients like a real chef.

After about an hour or so.

The meal was ready.

She set the table and placed all kinds of different dishes on it. Baked silver cod with lemon juice and cheese, thick-cut steak, mushroom soup with French cream, sweet and sour pork, stir-fried asparagus, miso tofu, and stone-pot bibimbap.

Just when Grandma woke up from her nap, Luther helped her to the dining room, where she sat down at the head of the table.

The appealing aroma of the meal hit everyone’s nose and gave the house a homey feeling.

Stephanie looked over the dishes on the table one by one and complimented, “Joyce, did you make all this yourself?”

Joyce sat down next to Stephanie, “Grandma, it’s been so long since I’ve been here. I haven’t cooked a meal for you yet, so I prepared something really special today.” After that, she gave Stephanie a piece of fish, “Try it.”

Luther sat down opposite Joyce, his eyes flashing slightly, a little surprised. Dishes from all around the whole world. He tried some and it tasted just good.

Stephanie ate them one by one, and was full of praise, “Joyce, I can’t believe you’re even such a good chef. Where did you learn these?”NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Joyce raised a smile, “When I was much younger, I did not how to cook, and I could burn my pan with just fried eggs and fried rice. Then I met a friend with a really picky appetite. Just to take care of him, I had to learn to cook dishes from various countries … so it was really not like I wanted to learn.”

She said as she cut a steak for Stephanie.

“Oh yeah, well, it’s nice and good, and the steak is delicious. Medium rare, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, very classy!” Stephanie couldn’t stop talking with joy.

When Luther heard Joyce’s words, he paused in his hand that was holding the food and put it down stiffly.

“I’m full. You guys take your time.”

Luther gently wiped his lips with a wet wipe and stood up.

“Don’t you want more? You are wasting such a delicious dish.” Stephanie sighed, and then had a laugh with Joyce.

A look of joy and happiness.

Only, such happiness could not last long.

A beautiful illusion that would eventually be shattered.

After dinner and a shower, Joyce sat down on the living room couch to relax.

She looked at her phone for a while, looked at it, and found herself out of place.

She seemed to be sick. Her head was foggy and she felt cold.

When Luther came downstairs, he saw her lying on the sofa, her eyes slightly closed, her cheeks scarlet and unnaturally red.

He approached her and reached out and touched her forehead.

It’s hot!

“You’ve got a fever.” He frowned and hurriedly dialed Jamie, the family doctor, and asked Jamie to come over immediately.

Then, he picked Joyce up from the couch and carried her to the master bedroom.

“Let go, I can still walk on my own.” Joyce felt herself burning up but knew enough to keep her distance and said in a daze.

“Shut up.” Luther couldn’t allow her to refuse.