Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 709

Juanita listened with shock in her heart.

Joyce left Karl and jumped off the cliff alone?

Suddenly, her hand was squeezed tighter by him.

His voice rose in excitement.

"You lied to me! Why did you lie to me and get me out of the car! I found that place for you, and you will be safe hiding there."

"You actually dumped me and drove off on your own."

"You know how hopeless I felt. Ricky was a desperate man, and you went to deal with him alone. You know how worried I was? I'm a detective and fighting criminals is my job. How can you leave me because got shot?"

"Fortunately, fortunately, you came back... otherwise, how do you think I should face myself ..."

Juanita listened as he said and she was already in tears.

She really didn't expect that Joyce was going to save Karl and face Ricky alone.

She could understand the decision Joyce made at the time. The situation must have been critical, Karl was shot first, and if he didn't get medical treatment in time and lost too much blood, she was afraid she would never see him again.

Joyce never wanted to be a burden, so she would lie to Karl and went alone to take all the risk.

It turned out that it was Joyce who saved Karl's life.

A different emotion surged within her heart, and sourness soaked through her limbs.

She knew Karl had a crush on Joyce, and he kept himself restrained from expressing it, since he did not want to cause Joyce any trouble.

She thought that as long as she was patient enough, kept him around and waited for him, one day he would feel her presence.

But right now, even his life was given by Joyce.

She understood that he just could never forget Joyce all his lifetime.

"Joyce, Joyce... is that you?" Karl murmured in his sleep, took Juanita's hand and, with a sudden pull, took her into his arms.

Juanita was caught off guard and fell into his arms.

And just as she raised her head, their lips were once again seamlessly pressed together.

The warm and moist feeling... It was so soft, so comfortable, and so cool.

He's so hot. He's feeling so hot all over.

He suddenly kissed her as if by instinct. It was like it was finally raining after a long drought, and like he finally found a water source in a desert. The desire that he had kept in the deepest part of his heart exploded instantly.

Juanita's beautiful eyes opened wide, looking at his tightly closed eyes and intoxicated expression. She did not resist, and she had also forgot to resist. She was almost addicted to the taste of his hot and lingering deep kiss.

She felt a faint pain in her heart.

She knew that he had mistaken her for Joyce.

Suddenly, Karl let go of her violently. In a daze, he still had a trace of sanity left.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to hug you ... to feel if you have really ... come back ..."

Before he could finish his words.

His lips had been sealed with her lips.

This time, it was she who took the initiative to kiss him.

It was raw, but determined.

She loved him. She had long been deeply in love with him, knowing very well that he had met someone he liked, knowing very well that the person he liked was her best friend.

She should have given up.

She was the one who was too greedy and thought she could get his heart.

She was the one who went too far, knowing very well that he had now mistaken her for Joyce.

But inside her heart, she knew she was selfish, and she still wanted to be close to him.

If he had not mistaken her, she was afraid she would hardly have another chance to be near his heart again.

She told herself to indulge one last time and then just gave up on this man.

In the room, everything was covered by the warm yellow light in a hazy way.

Since she took the initiative, he was also gradually out of control. The kiss went deeper and deeper, and hotter and hotter. His arms tightened and his primitive instincts were finally released. They got more and more wild...