Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 552

Luther resumed his seat and saw her good-looking eyebrows furrowed deeply, and she seemed to be in pain.

So he put his hands over her long, slender legs and tried to help her knead them.

Today she wore a dress with lightweight fabric, and when he touched her skin, he could even feel the heat from her body. His hand gently trembled, and could not help but stroke back and forth a few times. He thought about how he was sleeping on her lap. No wonder it was so soft and comfortable.

It was as smooth as silk satin, delicate and soft. When he felt her tight, he felt his body having a reaction...

Gradually, the hand kneading her tight was now going in the wrong direction...

Joyce's legs were still numb and she did not feel any better. She stared at Luther in disbelief. What was he doing? She could not even stand up, and he still wanted to take advantage of her?

And, with his hands, he was getting over the top.

His breathing was no longer even but abnormally disorganized.

"Stop."

She timely squeezed his hand that was already on her waist, "Get your hands off me. I want to stand up."

Luther snapped back to his senses, annoyed that he had almost fallen under her spell again. Hell, even he was repeatedly enchanted by her, not to mention Justin, Christian, and those young guys in the office

Joyce pushed Luther out of the way with a disgusted look on her face. She grabbed the seat in front of her to support herself and stand up gradually.

Her legs felt like they were being poked with millions of silver needles at the same time, and there was cold sweat on her back. She bit her lip and endured it.

"Are you ok?" Luther asked, stood up, and went to the aisle, waiting for Joyce to step out.

"Hmm." Joyce gritted her teeth and took a step forward.

But, to her surprise, she just made it to the aisle when suddenly her feet went weak and her whole body fell forward, straight into Luther's arms. Because of the cramped interior, Luther did not stand firmly, and now he was dragged along by Joyce right toward the row of seats behind him.

Joyce, on the other hand, fell straight into his arms and wrapped her arms around him.

It looked like she was throwing herself into his arms.

Damn, she cursed, it was so humiliating.

The most crucial thing was that this arrogant man must have thought she was deliberately seducing him. Because in his eyes, she was just a scheming woman with no boundaries with men at all. And the driver, who had not yet left the bus, also saw them.

The driver hurriedly pretended to be calm and opened the door to get out, leaving the two of them alone in the car.

"Still not up?" Luther spoke coldly, his voice hoarse. If she didn't get up, the desire he had just managed to suppress would get out of control again.

"Can't get up..." Joyce had no idea where she should put her arms, so she could only continue to hold him.

If she could stand up, would she have fallen?

"Forget it if you can't get up."

With a jerk, Luther carried her up in his arms.

He simply walked out of the car with her in his arms.

Outside the car, a group of employees from the automotive project team who were waiting for the group activity were all dumbfounded and looked at each other. What's really going on?

Juanita's jaw dropped even more in shock.

In full view of everyone, what was the boss going to do? It was just so cool when she saw the slender long legs of Luther getting off the bus with Joyce in his arms.

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