Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 293

"What, now you think I'm handsome?" Luther hugged her smoothly and teased her amusingly.

Joyce bit her lip in shame. What was that joke even for?

She lowered her head, her cheeks faintly warm.

The moment she looked down, she suddenly realized something was wrong. Her clothes were cut by thorns at some point, all the way down to her abdomen, revealing a red light that seemed to have been flashing around her waist.

Luther's palm covered her cheek, trying to get her to look up at him squarely as he continued to tease her, "What, embarrassed?"

"Wait, something doesn't seem right. Take a look at my waist, what is this?" Joyce had no desire to joke anymore and let out a low cry.

She lifted the hem of her dress to reveal a black bandage.

"Just now, I've been hiding from the chase, and I'd forgotten that when I was caught by the masked man, he seemed to have tied something around my waist. At that time, I couldn't see anything because it was too dark."

Luther was shocked. His handsome face instantly lost color, and he hurriedly shone his flashlight on Joyce's waist.

That was a narrow black strap, about five fingers wide, and it seemed to be loaded with something. When he took a closer look, he found a small LCD screen about three centimeters long, and that red light was exactly from the LCD screen. Very inconspicuous, no wonder it had not been noticed before.

Luther's heart sank abruptly as he looked up at Joyce, just as Joyce also looked at the object around her waist and was looking up at him.

The four eyes met, each with an indefinable flow of emotions.

There were shock, disbelief, pain, sorrow, and despair that they had tried so hard to hide.

At this moment, Luther's mind was blank, his thin lips could not stop trembling, but he was too nervous to speak.

In this life, it was not that he had not encountered life and death, and if it was just himself he could have dealt with it calmly. However, looking at the living Joyce in front of him, he felt an unprecedented fear. Eventually, it was Joyce who spoke first, "The screen shows that there are 23 minutes and 43 seconds left, so that should be a time bomb."

At the words, like a sudden death sentence was pronounced, Luther only felt his head buzzing his mind blank, and he was no longer able to think.

"No wonder that after we jumped down the steep slope, the gang did not continue to chase us. It turns out that the masked man had already installed a time bomb on me. Oh, really thoughtful!" In comparison, Joyce was much calmer, she smiled sarcastically and bit her lower lip coldly.

"I, I, right away, figure out how to... to get a bomb disposal expert."

For the first time, Luther couldn't even say the full sentence as he fumbled around on his body.

On the display screen, time ticked away second by second.

His hands kept shaking violently, and surprisingly, he fumbled for a while before he finally found his own pocket.

However, after several tries, he found that he had long lost his satellite phone and locator in the fight up the hill.

"Damn." He let out a low curse of pain.

He understood very well in his heart, that even if he was no longer willing to face this harsh reality, they got at most 20 minutes from now on, and how could he possibly find a bomb disposal expert to come to their rescue. What's more, he was now completely cut off from the outside world.

It had been so hard for them just to escape from the chase.

There was an even greater disaster that awaited them.

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