Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1082

Joyce just felt a refreshing coolness on her face.

Out of instinct, she hurriedly stroked her cheek, moist and elastic. It was her own original face, and her mask had been completely removed by Otis.

Otis never thought about it.

Zora Knowles! Underneath her beautiful face, there was an even more beautiful face.

He was extremely shocked, and his sharp eyes opened to the maximum, and he could hardly believe it.

It was not a disappointment, but an absolute surprise.

Simply, so beautiful!

Her exquisite and stunning features, obsidian eyes, slightly raised long eyebrows, sexy lips... she was such a deadly and unique mixture of charm, handsomeness, sharpness and gentleness. He just had one look at her and could never take his eyes off.

"Huh." Otis gulped.

He gently clapped his hands, "I really didn't expect it. So you have covered up your true face. Why bother? Isn't this face more beautiful?"

He stepped forward and reached out to try to touch her face.

Joyce wrinkled her brow and tilted her head to avoid his touch.

"What? Why are you covering this stunningly beautiful face of yours? Who are you trying to avoid? What do you want to do? You might just tell me. Perhaps, I can help you achieve your purpose." Otis got close to her and admired her beautiful face from a distance.

Such a feeling made Joyce extremely uncomfortable.

Just now when he said he was to replace the Heath family, and then divorce Charlotte, it seemed that Otis was not just talking nonsense, but he was really planning a rebellion.

Not only did he have the intention to rebel, but he had already put it into practice, and that was why he would need Mr. Clark's help in laundering his money.

Sure enough, Otis had been making big moves in the shadows.

"Otis, stay away from me." His shameless fingers were already caressing her cheek, and she couldn't hold back and let out a low yell.

"Huh, angry?" Otis smiled wickedly, "You are so beautiful even when you are angry. What? You can't stand me touching you like this?"

"Later, I'll touch you more intimately." Otis laughed wildly, "Looking forward to it? I'll never let you go tonight."

He reached out, loosened the collar of his shirt and unbuttoned three buttons to reveal some long-trained muscles on his chest, and he exuded an evil aura all over. Admiring her gradually pale face, he exhaled on the side of her neck.

"Don't be afraid. It won't hurt, and I can't bear to hurt you. I promise, you will enjoy it."

"Get out." Joyce snarled, "Otis, there are beautiful women all over the street at your fingertips, so why do you have to mess with me."

"Not the same." Otis tackled her jaw and turned it around, his slightly rough thumb gently brushing against her soft red lips.

"Do you really think that I'm a man who only wants beautiful faces?" Otis shook his head, "No, it's not like that, baby. I like your personality and abilities better. You can shoot, and you can fight. You are hot enough, strong enough, and beautiful enough..."

The more he spoke, the more excited he became. His thin lips gradually moved closer, wanting to taste her tempting red lips.

Suddenly, a white light flashed across his head.

Shoot.

Yes, how many people could shoot as good as she did in this world?

He suddenly stopped. His palm pinched her jaw hard, forcing her to look at himself, and he began to consider her exquisite features.