Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

After two days in the Warner family’s house, Joyce gradually became familiar with the place.

That evening, Joyce accompanied her grandmother for dinner and talked with her for a while. The two talked and laughed.

There was no denying that Grandma was in a much better mood since Joyce arrived.

Joyce would also give her grandmother massages from time to time to ease the pain caused by her lung cancer treatment.

Luther thought it would be worth it. His grandmother had brought him up all by herself, and he just wanted her to be happy for the last days of her life.

After Grandma fell asleep, Joyce returned to her room.

Suddenly, her cell phone rang.

Looking at the number, her eyes dimmed, seeing no one around, before she pressed the answer button.

A clear male voice rang out, “Where are you?”

“Sorry, I’m a little busy these days …”

“It’s really not an excuse … I promise, I will come to see you in a few days. Believe …”

The other party cut off the phone.

Obviously angry.

She let out a long sigh and leaned helplessly against the wall, sliding down a little until she was sitting on the floor, feeling mentally exhausted.

Distracted and unable to relieve herself.

She got up and wandered around the room in a daze.

She found that there was a storage room in the bedroom. After opening the door, a burst of cold air spread.

Inside were rows and rows of wine cabinets. A whole room for the wines? So extravagant.

She opened one of the crystal cabinet doors, which held all kinds of foreign wines she had never seen before.

She picked the smallest bottle, opened it, and poured herself a glass.

She had never had a drink before. Suddenly she wanted to try it today.

She drank it off.

The pungent sensation flowed through her limbs. She felt that her brain was getting hot, and the body a little numb. And then she gradually couldn’t think clearly.

Well, good. She didn’t want to think about anything right now, the more numb the better.

One glass, then another, and soon the whole bottle was empty.

She gradually felt dizzy and the burning sensation was all over her body. She tried to stand up, but her legs were weak and she fell on the soft carpet.

So comfortable, it’s good to sleep like this.

Some time later, a pair of shoes appeared in front of her.

She looked up with confused eyes.

Follow the shoes, she looked up and there were long and slender legs. And then upper, she saw a pair of deep black eyes under the straight brows, high nose and thin lips. That was so noble, domineering, cold and handsome!

The most beautiful man on earth.

Why did it look familiar?

“Handsome, you’re so good-looking.” She giggled up at him, drunk as hell.

Luther looked speechlessly at the woman who lay prostrate.

At this moment her tilted head, slightly curved and watery eyes were so soul-stirring.

Luther felt uncomfortable all over. He dicovered the empty bottle next to him, and couldn’t help but let out a low curse.

This woman actually drank up the Spade A champagne he had been saving for years.

“Hey, wake up!” He kicked her.

“Handsome man, pull me up. Have a few more drinks with me, and I’ll pay you.” Joyce’s smile was so attrative when she fumbled her pockets, as if she was looking for her wallet.

Damn, this woman treated him as a bartender? Obviously, she can not drink, but she was so drunk and crazy.

“Get up!” Luther reached out his hand with a upset face and yanked her, but he underestimated the explosive power of a drunken woman too much.

Joyce’s legs were so weak that she couldn’t stand up. She dragged Luther and fell straight backwards. Being dragged down by her, Luther was tripped. “Bang” a loud sound in the room.

Joyce slumped to the floor, followed by Luther who fell right on top of her.

At this moment, there seemed to be electric light. Two people face to face, four lips pressed together.

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“Handsome, you are so bad.” Joyce reached out and hooked her hand around his neck, her cheeks flushed. Her sexy lips were seductive and alluring.

Not knowing if it was the smell of wine that caused his trance, or if the scene was too beautiful for this moment.

Luther actually kiss her. She was so fragrant, so sweet, so soft. He just felt his whole body was expanding. There was bursting feeling in his brain, almost can not control.

Joyce was kissed like this and felt lost.

It was so familiar. It’s as if he’s back to the night when he was drugged.

Luther was getting out of control …