Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1963: Never Let You Succeed

Chapter 1963: Never Let You Succeed

Upon returning home, the butler inquired, "May I ask what type of coffee you would like?"

Clint replied, "Hand-ground, latte, no sugar."

"I don't want coffee," Joyce hadn't finished yet.

Clint interjected, "Help her brew a cup of reine flower tea. It's good for the body, helpful for improving complexion, beauty, and relaxation."

Joyce lightly furrowed her brows, "I don't have that kind of flower tea at home."

Clint was astonished, "Really? St. Denis Royal exclusive noble flower tea, the grand family of the wealthiest first family doesn't have it?"

Joyce looked at Grayson in doubt once again, "Don't say we don't have it, I haven't even heard of it. But you, you seem to know a lot. It's hard to imagine, a researcher, living with such taste. Sometimes I always wonder, Grayson, what kind of person are you? You really don't seem like an ordinary person."

Clint's handsome face stiffened, habits are truly hard to change. He almost revealed his slip-up again. When one uses royal belongings too often, they tend to slip out without thinking.

He awkwardly smiled, "How could that be? It's impossible, maybe I used to read a lot and know a lot. Although I know about it, I definitely haven't tried it myself, so I'm curious too. If you have it, I'd like to have a taste as well."

He covered it up well and changed the subject, "My hands are still a bit dirty, I accidentally touched some motor oil earlier, can I use the bathroom? I want to wash my hands."

He stood up, looking around, "To avoid dirtying your expensive sofa."

Joyce pointed in the direction of the bathroom, "Of course, you can."

Clint quickly left and arrived at the bathroom, turning on the tap. He squeezed some foam onto his hands, rubbing it repeatedly to calm himself down.

In front of the mirror, he repeatedly reminded himself to control his actions, he had already revealed his flaws multiple times.

Joyce sat on the sofa, supporting her chin with one hand, lost in thought.

She could actually feel that something was amiss, it was more suitable to keep Grayson by her side to watch. When she solved the current tricky situation, she must thoroughly investigate Grayson's background, what exactly is his identity? And what are his intentions? But now, she really wasn't in the mood to consider it.

Clint returned to the sofa.

At that moment, the butler brought the coffee, placing it in front of Grayson. At the same time, he prepared a cup of fine green tea for Joyce. Then, the butler respectfully withdrew. "Your house is so big, but with so few people, can you handle it all?" Clint picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip.

"Our life is simple, we don't need too many people, not even the butler is always around," Joyce said. In reality, the house was always on guard, with the butler, maid, cleaning staff, and security all carefully selected and rotating shifts.

"Could it be that I am the first visitor to your house?" Clint probed.

Joyce neither confirmed nor denied, shrugging her shoulders, "You could say so."

"Well, I am extremely honored. Since you say that, I feel embarrassed to stay." Clint took advantage of this, drank most of the coffee, then stood up, "The coffee beans have a good taste, rich and lingering. Thank you for your hospitality, I've been late today, I should go to the company."

The reason he didn't linger was that he was afraid the longer he stayed, the easier it would be to reveal his flaws. Since the purpose of today was already achieved, he decided to leave.

"Alright." Joyce didn't get up. "I won't see you off."

"Of course." Clint glanced at her protruding belly, "Take care of yourself."

Joyce smiled, "Thank you for your concern."

Clint didn't say anything more, he left directly.

Just as he stepped out of the door, he met Luther walking in.

Clint was stunned, then his face turned cold, he hadn't expected Luther to come back midway, he saw Luther leave in the morning. He pondered in his heart, since he was seen, he couldn't reveal any clues. So, he took the initiative to greet, "Mr. Warner, good afternoon."

When Luther saw Grayson, he was initially surprised, then alert, his handsome long eyes narrowed slightly, emitting a faint chill. He had always been wary of Grayson, even though he had people secretly keeping an eye on Grayson. And now, Grayson was boldly leaving his house.

Luther raised an eyebrow, his tone unfriendly, "What are you doing here?"

"There was a problem with the intelligent system. I helped with the circuit repair, it's all fixed now," Clint explained, "I'm heading to the company now."

Luther's expression grew colder, knowing that at this time of day, it meant Grayson had been here all morning.

"There is a maintenance team at home, why trouble yourself?" Luther's hands clenched slightly behind his back, "It's just a small favor. If I have disturbed you, please forgive me."

He didn't want to have too much direct conflict with Luther. With that, he walked past Luther.

As they brushed shoulders, Luther's icy voice came, "I know you're not an ordinary person. Whatever your purpose is, I will never let you succeed."

Clint tensed all over, his throat tightening. He knew Luther had never relaxed his vigilance towards him.

He slightly curled his lips, "Mr. Warner, you're thinking too much."

After saying that, he left in strides.

Luther stared at Grayson's figure until he left. Who exactly was Grayson? Why couldn't he find any trace of him no matter what method he tried to investigate. The identities he could find were perfect, without any flaws. But the more perfect, the more suspicious he became.

The sudden appearance, the intentional or unintentional approach. All made him suspicious.

During some time prior, Grayson had been quiet, and he had already relaxed a bit. But seeing Grayson again today, and even appearing in his house, his instinct told him, there was definitely a problem. Luther entered the living room.

Seeing Joyce sitting on the sofa, he walked over and pulled her into his arms.

"How are you feeling today? Are the children behaving? Are you feeling tired?" Luther asked, "I just went to handle some things, and since you're about to give birth, I naturally want to come back to accompany you more." Luther asked, "I met Grayson at the door, he said he helped repair the circuit?"

"Uh-huh, there was a problem with the intelligent system this morning. I couldn't move up and down, so he helped out. It's fixed now," Joyce brushed it off.

"My mom has already left this morning, she'll be back in three or five days." Joyce reached out and caressed his broad chest, "And you? Are you feeling okay?"

Luther slightly lowered his head, repeatedly kissing her lips, "I'm fine, don't worry. Let me carry you to the room to rest for a while, I'll accompany you." "Okay," Joyce nodded.

Luther horizontally picked her up, even with twins, she wasn't heavy.

Arriving in the room, he gently placed her down. The two embraced each other, reluctant to part.

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