Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 2033 Disappearance On Level Ground

Chapter 2033 Disappearance on Level Ground

This time, Luther couldn't stop the car.

With no interruptions, they could finally indulge in each other. The two of them kept at it until the night was pitch black.

Later on, Joyce sat up and got dressed, while Luther embraced her from behind.

"Madam has excellent stamina, still able to get up," he teased.

Joyce turned around and glared at him, "I was already very hungry, now I'm starving to the point of numbness. I have no appetite, I don't want to eat anything."

Luther hurriedly said, "That won't do. Save some energy, we still have the night ahead."

As he spoke, he kissed her neck, "Don't forget tonight is our wedding night."

"Get lost," Joyce bluntly pushed him down on the bed, "It's not like we haven't slept together before, must we act like hungry wolves?"

"Have you looked at the time? Heaven, it's almost 8 o'clock. Why are we still having seafood? We've missed dinner time. Anderson and the others must have already eaten dinner," Joyce couldn't help but complain.

Luther got up from the bed and embraced her, "It's okay. I had them prepare the seafood as barbeque. Let's go eat now. Invite Anderson to join us."

"Then let's go quickly," Joyce freed herself from his grasp and went to freshen up in the bathroom.

A while later.

Luther had people set up a barbeque grill not far from the beach, arranged a dining table and chairs, and even put up a canopy. Two strings of lanterns hung around the canopy, creating an atmospheric setting When Joyce arrived, Anderson was already there. Kane and Aaron were also present.

Kane had already started grilling, the grill was filled with many shells and conches. Some of the varieties Joyce had never seen before.

"Sister, you're finally here. The dish on the table is ready, try my cooking," Kane said.

"Alright," Joyce walked over and sat down at the table.

Luther poured her a glass of orange juice, "Do you want anything else to drink? I'll get it for you."

Joyce shook her head, picked up a fork and ate a shellfish, finding it juicy and delicious. It was caught fresh today, carrying the unique sweetness of seafood. Eating them made her hungry. Anderson grilled and ate, skewering conches on wires and sprinkling sauce on them after cooking.

"Have you eaten dinner yet, Anderson?" Joyce asked.

"I had some Western food with Uncle Kane for dinner, didn't eat much, waiting for supper," Anderson replied, "Mommy, I have some spaghetti here for you, have some."

With that, Anderson stood up and placed the spaghetti in front of Joyce.

"Okay," Joyce smiled gently, reaching out to pat Anderson's head.

After eating a few bites, Joyce pushed the spaghetti towards Luther, "Aren't you going to eat? Aren't you hungry?"

She was curious. He had exerted so much energy, yet didn't seem hungry at all?

Luther pushed the spaghetti back to her and said, "I actually had a truffle beef baked rice before seeing off the guests."

Joyce was speechless. No wonder he could exert himself so much, turns out he had eaten lunch. She recalled him leaving briefly at one point, so that's why! He deliberately ate beforehand to tire her out! Luther pushed the plate of spaghetti back toward her. "Actually, I had a serving of black truffle beef risotto before seeing off the guests."

Joyce felt a wave of frustration. No wonder he had so much energy-he had eaten earlier. She recalled that there had been a time when he left briefly. So that was it! He had made sure to eat well before coming back to bother her.

She clenched her fists on the table, unable to release her anger due to the people around them.

Luther knew exactly what she was thinking. He reached out and placed his hands over hers.

"Why are you angry? You need to eat well to have the energy to work. I even asked if you wanted to join me, but you refused."

"You still dare to mention it!" Joyce tried to pull her hand away, but he held it firmly.

Forget it, she thought. There's no point arguing with him today. He had already gotten his way, and he had put in more effort. What else was there to say?

Luther smiled and picked up a piece of conch, feeding it to her.

"Be good, eat a bit more."

The sight made Kane, who was sitting nearby, uncomfortable. "Can you two consider the feelings of single people?"

Anderson chimed in, "We're the ones who are the third wheels here. You just keep quiet."

Kane reluctantly fell silent, mumbling under his breath without making a sound.

Luther fed Joyce a few more bites.

Joyce looked at Aaron, who was standing nearby, and called him over. "Come join us. Don't just sta there it's just us here on the island now; let's enjoy ourselves. S

"Yes, ma'am." Aaron sat down next to Anderson.

He helped with the barbecue.

Kane handed a skewer of beef to Aaron. "You've worked hard these past few days. Have all the guards been withdrawn?"

Aaron shook his head. "No, there are still over twenty people patrolling around the resort. What about you? Has the surveillance system been dismantled?"

"Most of it has, but like you, the surveillance around the resort remains. After all, there's still one more night." Kane replied.

"Are you planning to stay in the control room tonight?" Aaron asked again.

"No need for that," Joyce interjected. "Kane, you've worked hard these past two days. Get some proper rest tonight; don't sleep in the control room."

"No way. I need to stand guard for one last shift." Kane said seriously.

Joyce couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, suit yourself."

"Have all the arrangements been made for our departure tomorrow? We leave at 8 AM sharp." Luther asked.

"Yes, Mr. Warner. Everything is set." Aaron replied.

"Alright then, let's enjoy our late-night snack and stop talking about work," Joyce said with a hint of annoyance.

Anderson, munching on some grilled shellfish, commented, "The food is good, but it feels like something's missing. Like a seasoning."

"I feel that too. It's like we forgot

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something," Kane nodded. He thought for a moment and then exclaimed, "Thyme! We forgot the thyme. No wonder it tastes a bit off."

"No thyme?" Luther stood up and rummaged through the spice rack by the barbecue. "It should be here. I must've forgotten to take it out." "Where did you put it? I'll go get it," Joyce offered. "I ate too quickly earlier, and my stomach feels a bit bloated. A walk would do me good." "It's in the kitchen of our villa. In the top drawer," Luther said. "I'll go with you."

"No! I'll go alone," Joyce said, eyeing Luther warily. She didn't want to go back with him, afraid she might not return.

Luther, "..."

He hadn't even thought of that. Seeing her cautious look, he couldn't help but laugh.

Joyce turned and walked away, and even after five meters, she turned back to warn him, "Don't follow me."

Luther smiled, "Alright, hurry back."

Joyce's graceful figure disappeared into the night.

The sky was exceptionally beautiful tonight, the blackness deep and the stars twinkling, like an inverted bell over the sea.

No one expected it.

Such a short distance, heavily guarded.

Joyce never came back.

It was as if she had vanished into thin air!

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