Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1001

"By the way, Anderson. I have got quite a lot of business secrets in my computer. Since you have synced my computer, be careful not to leak the information out." Luther suddenly thought of it and reminded him.

Many of the documents in his computer were multi-billion dollar transactions, involving his both domestic and foreign businesses.

There were also some important design drawings.

"Don't worry. I've encrypted them for you." Anderson grunted and simply wrapped his arms around Luther's neck and drifted off to sleep.

Luther heard the even breathing coming from his shoulder, and a gentle smile came up to his lips.

Before just now, little did he know that Anderson already knew who he was and was willing to acknowledge him.

His heart seemed to be filled with honey, sweet and snug.

When Joyce opened the door, she saw that Anderson had fallen asleep on Luther's shoulder, with Luther's coat draped over him.

And Luther was all smiles.

The warm and fuzzy image made her frown gently.

"What did you guys talk about?" She couldn't resist inquiring.

"Shh!" Luther avoided the topic as he carried Anderson into the room, then laid him on the bed, removed his shoes and jacket, and then tucked him in.

Then, he walked out of the room and gently closed the door.

"What exactly did you talk about?" Joyce trailed off as they had been out for quite a while.

Somehow, she had a sense of crisis that her son was being taken away from her.

"Nothing, just man-to-man talk." Luther smiled wickedly.

Joyce frowned.

What was what? Obviously he did not want to tell her.

Forget it. She would not ask if he did not want to say.

"It's late. You should go back." She coldly asked him to leave and pushed Luther out the door.

"I'm going back to Khebury for a few days. Call me if you miss me, or video chat if you prefer." Luther lingered in the doorway, flashing a charming, seductive smile at her. "Bang!"

Joyce shut his annoyingly handsome face out of the door.

Who was going to miss him? What a narcissist!

Luther looked at the cold, icy door that shut him out and shook his head gently.

It would not take very long. He just needed some more time, and a little more patience, and he can definitely fix everything.

He didn't go straight back to his apartment.

Instead, he came to the end of the hallway, took out his cell phone, and dialed Aaron's number.

"President, what can I do for you at this late hour?" Aaron asked respectfully.

"I'm going back to Khebury tomorrow night, and you don't have to come with me. You're responsible for keeping Zora Knowles, and her son Anderson, safe. "At night, you stay on duty at Pascaylia." Luther instructed.

"President, I don't want to. Why should I protect Zora Knowles?"

On the other end of the phone, Aaron sounded slightly dissatisfied. He never disobeyed Luther, but today he raised objections.

Luther froze slightly. Indeed, he had ignored Aaron's feelings.

He should have understood that Aaron had always been thinking about Joyce, was loyal to Joyce and treated Joyce with as much respect as he treated him. Now he's asking Aaron to protect "another women" and it's no wonder Aaron had a problem with it.

After a moment's pause, Luther explained, "Aaron, believe me. Zora Knowles is different, and later, I will give you an answer that will satisfy you. But not now." "Got it, Boss."

"Remember, protect them. Their safety is even more important than my life." Luther spoke solemnly, word by word.

"Yes." Aaron responded solemnly.