Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 983

She snatched the cup from his hand, looked up and took a few sips of water, just to douse the inexplicably restless fire in her heart.

Then she heaved the glass down on the table.

Only, when she tried to draw back her hand that was covering his lips, she found that he had a firm grip on her hand and refused to let go.

His lips was like stuck to her hand.

He repeatedly kissed her palm lightly, rubbing his lips back and forth.

The handsome face was covered by her palm, and she could see only a pair of beautiful eyes. The bottom of the eyes shone with a crystal hue, and they stared straight at her and her body was getting hotter and hotter, her face rose red.

"Let go. Otherwise, you will never be allowed to enter my house again."

Finally, she could not bear it any longer and gave a low rebuke.

He finally gave up and let go of her hand.

She hurriedly stood up from him to calm her jumbled heartbeat.

This damn man was just too good at flirting.

She reached up and repeatedly touched her cheek. Her hand was cold, but her face was hot.

"Lately, I will be rather busy. You take care of yourself, and Anderson." Luther said seriously.

"Oh." she copped out.

She still felt puzzled, as he never said what exactly he has to do.

By all rights, he should have nothing else important to do at the Capital.

"Don't work overtime if you can, and come back more often to spend time with Anderson." he reminded.

"Nonsense. Do you still need to tell me that? He's my son." She turned around and gave him a blank look.

"Also my son...

Joyce,

." He blurted out, and then corrected himself, "I mean, I like Anderson a lot, and I feel very attached to him. I sure will love him as my own child."

He really liked it, right? Raising children for others?

"And." He suddenly stood up and walked over to her, looking more serious than just now, "You must remember, what I said today."

"Hmm?" She looked up at him with raised eyebrows.

"Whatever I do, what you see or hear, or whatever misunderstanding you might have..." He looked deep into her eyes and said it to her word by word.

"You must believe me, and you must believe it's all for you!" He emphasized every word for the last sentence.

She looked at him in amazement, "What are you doing saying these strange things all of a sudden?"

"Trust me!" He repeated.

He looked so serious and his eyes seemed to have looked right into her soul. She felt stunned and her lips trembled slightly. She finally could not say no to his words. "Oh, got it." she responded awkwardly.

Today, he had been quite strange.

"Are you done eating? I'll go clean up." she made an excuse, just to avoid his strange burning eyes.

The plates on the dining table were quickly put away, and she went inside the kitchen and hurriedly cleaned them.

The hot water flowing from the faucet warmed her slightly cold hands and even her heart.

She turned her head around, only to see him walking towards Anderson's room, presumably to check on Anderson and see if he was sleeping soundly.

By the time she came out of the kitchen, he had already walked out of Anderson's room and gently closed the door behind him.

"It's late, you should rest early. I'll go back first. I'm not going to the office tomorrow, and you can call me if you need anything."

Luther smiled softly at her, then he walked towards the door, picked up the trench coat, and gently pushed the door open to leave. Joyce gave an "oh".

This man was so strange today! What the hell was he even up to?