Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 982

She was instantly furious.

She thought that he would say something useful after dwelling on it for almost half a day.

Surprise! It was such flirtatious words again! It's unbearable!

She jerked to her feet, the plate in her hand, and she wanted to snap the entire plate onto his handsome face.

"Don't." Luther hurriedly held her wrist firmly and apologized with a smile, "Don't be angry. Don't be angry. It's just a joke."

Joyce's fingers were shaking with anger, and even the plate in her hand was trembling, and if Luther didn't hold it tightly, the sauce would certainly be spilled out.

"There are just some kind of jokes that can't be made." She said, annoyed.

"Good, good, take it easy, and put down the plate. I still have to finish my dinner." Luther coaxed her, "While it's not really a big deal to smash that on me, you have to clean everything up afterwards. It's been a busy day and you must be very tired. Sit down now and take a rest."

Joyce, "..."

When did he become so good at talking even?

No one could ever force her but she could be quite easily persuaded. When she heard his gentle persuasion, her anger all inexplicably disappeared.

He squeezed her shoulders and made her sit down again.

"Listen. Stay with me for a while."

Joyce, "..."

She was speechless, and she even forgot to refuse. She felt like stabbing a knife into cotton, and instantly she lost all her strength.

Luther continued to eat the steak on his plate and stared at her as if he was admiring a fine piece of art, unable to look away.

Joyce finally came back to her senses and tried to speak.

Suddenly, he forked a piece of steak and fed it directly into her slightly open mouth.

"You should try it too. Where did you go at night? So late?" He asked.

Joyce was forced to chew up the beef. She hadn't eaten much in the evening and was indeed a little hungry.

After eating it, she made up a casual excuse, "Something came up."

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"Don't work too hard. The work can be done slowly, and there is no time limit." He picked up the thermos on the table, poured her a glass of water and pushed it in front of her.

"Who says there's no time limit? If we can finish it earlier and we can leave your office building sooner." She didn't drink the water in front of her and glared at him in annoyance, "Eat up and go back to your own apartment when you're done."

"Hey, it is so heartbreaking. I was just trying to be nice." He made a gesture to cover his heart, his handsome eyebrows slightly frowned, and he pretended to look sad. "Don't bother." She snorted.

She did not even bother to talk to him again, and stood up and prepared to leave the table.

However, his arm stretched around her slender waist in the next instant, and with a gentle pull, he pulled her right next to him.

She then lost balance, she could hardly stood steadily and she fell directly to his lap.

She was just about to struggle.

"Don't move." He warned in an ambiguous voice, "Move again, and I can't guarantee anything."

"Don't you dare!" Her voice raised as she was somewhat angry.

"Keep your voice down. Don't let the child hear you." He smiled enchantingly, and his handsome face looked a bit guilty, "Good girl, drink some water and don't be angry." Lifting the glass from the table, he fed it to her lips himself.

She did not know what to do with the water and did now know how she should about it all. Her expression changed quite dramatically.

Against those thugs, she could be so tough without hesitation.

But she did not know what to do for his rogue approach.

She pursed her lips, refusing to open them.

"What? Do you still want me to feed you like I did before? When you were drunk last time ..."

Before he could finish his words, his thin lips were already tightly covered by her.