Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1924 Unable To Bear

Chapter 1924 Unable to Bear

After lunch, Alisha had the habit of taking a nap. Unlike Anderson, who was full of energy, she would start dozing off after lunch.

Luther carried Alisha to the room. Before he could lay her down, Alisha had already nestled into his arms and fallen asleep, her tiny, tender hands firmly grasping his collar. So much so that when he tried to lay her down, she refused to let go.

Joyce followed at Luther's side and gently touched Alisha's cheek, "Alisha still lacks a sense of security. Look at how she's holding on to you so tightly."

Luther smiled softly, "It was the same before. It might take a long time for her to gradually get better."

"I'm so happy to have her like this now. I will put a lot of effort into her." Joyce took Alisha from Luther's hands.

Perhaps feeling a new warmth, Alisha finally let go and turned to embrace Joyce.

"She looks so obedient when she's asleep," Joyce exuded a maternal tenderness, "Her little eye sockets really resemble yours."

"How can you carry a child with your big belly? Quickly put her down," Luther protested unhappily, "You're too careless, always forgetting that you're not just one person but three."

"I know, stop nagging," Joyce showed her dissatisfaction and reluctantly laid Alisha on the bed. Then she lay down next to Alisha, hugging her from behind.

"My mom said Alisha likes to sleep with someone. I'll stay with her for a while," Joyce said.

Luther's face stiffened, and he sat down beside Joyce, slipping his hand into her clothes, exploring slowly, "You're staying with her to sleep? What about what you promised me?"

Initially not understanding his intentions, Joyce eventually realized as his actions became more and more bold, teasing her sensitive areas, causing her to shiver.

She suddenly reacted and glared at him, "Who said I promised you? What are you thinking about in broad daylight?"

Wide-eyed, Luther said, "We agreed, how can you break your promise? I'm really uncomfortable now. I've been thinking about it for a long time." He held her waist and whispered in her ear, "Come with me, let's go to the next room."

Looking around, blushing, Joyce said, "There are so many people in the house. If I go to a room alone with you, others might not know what we're doing."

"So what if they know?" Luther didn't understand, "Normal behavior between husband and wife. What's wrong?"

"I don't want to," Joyce turned away, refusing, "You're not careful. You've been seen by Anderson several times before. Do you think he really doesn't understand? Endure it."

Luther's face fell, "I can't bear it."

Suddenly, he pinned Joyce down, "If you won't, we can do it here. Alisha is asleep anyway."

With that, he had already unbuttoned her top, his eyes widening, his breathing becoming rapid.

"Hey, stop!" Joyce was shocked, he actually disregarded the situation to this extent, "What if Alisha wakes up? It's all because of your recklessness. Ah!"

Before she could finish, she had wide open eyes. This impatient man was simply too much!

Luther's instincts had long replaced his reason. He paid no attention and acted directly.

"Go to the next room," Joyce could only compromise.

"It's too late..." Luther panted, then he lifted her off the bed until they both lay on the soft carpet. He lay down, embracing her, his words filled with ambiguity, "You promised, it's your turn." Joyce blushed so much she could have boiled an egg.

Who promised him? Shameless man. Taking advantage.

With the arrow already on the string, she had no choice but to release it. She breathed gently, cooperating with him.

A slow and cautious, yet intense and passionate, encounter unfolded in the room.

In the end, Joyce, drenched in sweat, exhausted, collapsed into Luther's arms, panting continuously, her heart rate rapidly accelerating, then slowly calming down.

Luther reached out and stroked her damp hair, sighing in satisfaction. He had been on the brink of going crazy during this time. Her physical endurance was truly impressive, not only enduring him but also actively satisfying him. He had really struck gold.

"Tired?" He kissed her forehead.

Joyce couldn't even summon the energy to curse, she could only glare at him fiercely. Not tired? Absurd!

Seeing her coquettish appearance, Luther felt even more satisfied.

He hugged her tighter, his words suggestive, "You've worked hard."

At that moment, a voice suddenly came from above them, "Mommy, Daddy, why are you sleeping on thefloor?"

Joyce was shocked. Oh no, Alisha had already woken up.

It was unclear whether Alisha had heard the previous commotion, but her face showed both embarrassment and awkwardness. That damned man had not only disturbed one child but now was causing trouble with another.

Thankfully, they were covered with a blanket, otherwise, they wouldn't know how to explain the current situation.

Luther, "..."

He hadn't expected Alisha to wake up.

He awkwardly said, "You tend to toss and turn in your sleep. So we had to sleep on the floor."

Joyce glared harshly at Luther again. This man, for the sake of satisfying his own desires, spewed lies. Clearly, Alisha was sleeping peacefully, yet he shamelessly claimed she was tossing and turning in her sleep.

"Oh. Okay," Alisha obediently didn't ask any further, but she still looked at her dad and mommy with curiosity.

"Why aren't you wearing clothes when you sleep?" she asked curiously.

Luther, "..."

Joyce was extremely embarrassed, "It's a bit hot, so we took our clothes off to sleep."

"Why didn't you take mine off too?" Alisha continued asking.

Joyce, "..."

It seemed Alisha couldn't be easily fooled either.

Luther cleared his throat twice, "We're adults, so we feel hot. You might catch a cold, so you should wear clothes to sleep."

"If you're hot, why are you using a blanket?" Alisha climbed off the bed and slid to the floor. She sat in front of them, her big eyes blinking, full of anticipation and curiosity as she looked at them. Luther, "..."

This time, even he couldn't come up with an answer.

Furious, Joyce pinched Luther's waist hard. The damned man. He got carried away and had brought things to this point, and now she couldn't explain it.

Finally, seeing that they didn't answer and didn't pursue the matter further, Alisha spoke again.

"Daddy, Mommy, I'm awake. Can we change clothes and go out to watch a movie and go shopping? And I want to eat ice cream."

Finally, the topic shifted.

Sᴇarch the FindNovel.net website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.