Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 440

Joyce?

Luther had a momentary lapse of concentration when he saw Joyce.

His memory of Joyce was still all about his fake marriage to her, Justin's disappearance from St. Maria Hospital, and Joyce's drunken slap in his face when she returned to the Warner residence. What happened after that, he could not remember at all.

Just now he cursorily looked through the news. The more he looked, the more shocked he was.

Joyce was awarded the "Khebury Shining Star" for her bravery in saving a life; his grandmother died unexpectedly, the truth unknown, and before she died, she rewrote her will and said that half of her shares should be inherited by Joyce; Joyce was imprisoned on suspicion of murder, but was later released after proving her innocence; Joyce was kidnapped and perhaps killed; Joyce's pregnancy was revealed in public at a party to celebrate her becoming a director, and the father of the child was the Henderson family's son Justin ...

All these were all beyond his imagination.

And before his eyes, Joyce came to his VIP ward with a bouquet of flowers in her hands.

He looked at her indifferently, her appearance and temperament had changed considerably from the initial impression he had of her. Her delicate chiseled facial features were cooler than before, her obsidian eyes now had more depth, the youthfulness of a young girl in her temperament had somewhat disappeared and now she was more mature and rounded. She was always stunning, and now she had a fatal attraction.

Joyce called Luther a week ago when he bought Eden Apartment and became her new landlord, but Charlotte was the one who answered the phone. After she hung up, she threw away all the things she had bought for him and locked the door to prevent Luther from coming back to Eden Apartment.

Unexpectedly, Luther did not come to Eden Apartment that night, nor did he call her again.

She couldn't tell if she was inexplicably disappointed or just grateful, and felt strange inside her heart.

The next day, she came to work at R&S Group headquarters, only to hear that Luther had been in a car accident outside of Clarenworth and had been in a coma.

She was more or less guilty, besides being shocked.

She wondered if Luther was distracted by her emotionally when he drove, and thus had an accident.

She had visited Luther twice since he was transferred back to St. Maria Hospital by Casey, but he hadn't woken up and was still in a coma.

A few moments ago, Aaron called to tell her that Luther had woken up.

She hesitated, but finally decided to pay him a visit; a brief one would do, she thought. She figured that he wouldn't be lacking for anything, so she bought a bouquet of gladiolus and calla lily at the florist. She hadn't expected that her cell phone would ring abruptly just as she approached the door of the VIP room, but it was Luther calling her.

She did not answer, but pushed the door directly to enter.

In front of her, Luther was wearing a pure white gown, sitting upright on the sofa. He obviously combed, neat and clean. His handsome face was a little pale, his thin lips was now bloodless, and he looked a little thinner, but he looked just the same otherwise.

No, he was a little different from the past. His expression, his eyes, his posture were all a little different, was it her illusion?

The way he looked at her changed, and she could feel the strangeness, distance, and coldness. She couldn't understand what he had been thinking, but it seemed like he was judging her.

Joyce slowly walked in, the atmosphere in the room was a bit stagnant, she placed the bouquet on the coffee table and spoke first, "You were just calling my phone, what a coincidence, something for me?" "It's okay."

Luther responded indifferently.

He never dreamed that it would be Joyce's phone number. How could he have noted Joyce's name as "wifey" in his phone? What had happened during this time?

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