Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1274

When she returned home, Joyce still had some residual heat in her body. The antipyretic injection had worn off and her body temperature had risen.

Luther touched her forehead, after getting out of the car, regardless of her willingness, directly a hand to pick her up.

"Don't." Joyce subconsciously resisted, feeling embarrassed to be in Aaron's presence.

"Do as you're told." Luther frowned, obviously still sick, had to be strong, this obstinate nature of hers really needs to be changed.

Aaron turned around sagely, "BOSS, Ms. Knowles, I'll go park and bring your clothes up later."

Luther carried Joyce all the way back to the Pinkrose penthouse, and after entering, carried her directly up to the penthouse spa. 24-hour spa, which is now bubbling hot.

"You take a nice hot bath to get rid of the cold and also to reduce the fever." He put her down.

She had spent the night in the hospital last night, sweating and drying out, and was sticky and greasy and did want a bath. He is quite attentive and getting better at observing her needs. "Okay." She sat down next to the spa.

The floor-to-ceiling glass cover-like roof, because it is the highest point, the surrounding view is unobstructed.

You can even look at the majestic and beautiful Phoenix Mountain, like a vein of snow dragon, connecting the sky.

Ivy heard the commotion and rushed up, "Mr. Warner, Ms. Knowles, you are back, Ms. Knowles, how is your health?"

Joyce smiled, "Thank you for your concern, no problem, just a little illness."

"A minor illness?" Luther gave her a disgruntled cross look, "Almost became a serious pneumonia, and still say it's a minor illness?!"

"Ah, is it going to be okay?" Ivy didn't know much about the disease, and was shocked to see Luther's bad face.

"It's fine. Didn't it develop into pneumonia?" Joyce frowned, what was all the fuss about?

"Do you have to wait for it to get serious before you treat it? What else do you want to toss yourself into?" Luther was a little angry that she was taking her body too seriously, she was and still is. Joyce gave him a blank look, "You just don't toss me."

Luther, "..."

How does this sound a bit strange? It seemed like it was meant to have a special meaning. He recalled what he had asked her to do backstage in the press conference lounge, did she mean this? "Ahem." He cleared his throat, a little uncomfortable, "I'll pay attention in the future."

Joyce froze.

She had meant to say that he had not trusted her before and had put her through a lot.

His answer just now also made her recall what happened yesterday, and combined with what she said just now, "You just don't toss me," she suddenly realized that what she said was ambiguous, and her face reddened with a start.

Damn man, what's going on in his head all day.

She turned away in anger, not wanting to look at him.

Ivy didn't understand the dark tide between them and asked with a smile, "You all haven't eaten breakfast, right? I'll bring it up to you, and you can take a bath together and enjoy the view. I'll bring up a change of clothes for you, too."

Take a bath together...

Luther, "..."

Joyce, "..."

Thanks to Ivy for thinking of a bath together.

A few moments later, Ivy brought up the breakfast and placed it on the dining table next to the spa.