Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 615

The discharge procedure was simple, and the bill for the VIP ward would be directly sent to the R&S Group headquarters.

Once Joyce filled out the form, she could just leave.

Aaron had arrived at the hospital. In two separate trips, he carried all the computers and drawing boards from her ward to the car, and then returned to the ward. Joyce was also done with her packing.

"Joyce, are you going home to rest or going to the R&S Group?" asked Aaron solicitously. He and Joyce got along naturally and spoke casually in Luther's absence.

"I'm going back to the headquarters." Joyce had very few things, just a handbag.

"You're going back with me in my car then." Aaron took what Joyce was holding.

"Good." Joyce didn't refuse.

She followed Aaron to the hospital underground parking lot.

Today Aaron drove a commercial vehicle, and after he put all the things away, he opened the door to the rear seat for Joyce.

Joyce got into the car. The rear seat was very spacious, and in fact it was spacious enough for her to lie down and have a sleep.

Besides, there were even snacks and juices on the small tabletop. These was obviously prepared for her.

She was a little surprised. Usually, Aaron always drove Luther's Bentley, but today, Aaron drove a business car. Obviously Luther drove the car himself.

"Aaron, why are you driving such a big car today? It's not convenient to park. The hospital is not far from R&S Group." She poked around.

"Oh, Boss went to Clarenworth yesterday for a meeting with Casey and hasn't come back yet. That's why I'm taking this business car. It's also convenient for me to carry things around." Aaron drove the business car away from the basement.

"What? He's gone to a meeting? And now the man is still in Clarenworth?" Joyce was surprised and whimpered, "Is he coming back today?"

Aaron was surprised by Joyce. He rarely saw Joyce lose her temper. As far as he could remember, she never took things very seriously.

"What's up? Are you looking for the boss?" He asked, "If you're in a hurry, I'll call him now."

"No, I'll contact him myself." Joyce hurriedly took out her own cell phone.

It's still early, not even nine o'clock. At first, she thought that there was no need for a rush. She could contact Luther when she reached the group, and they could go to the court together for their divorce papers However, to her surprise, he wasn't even in Khebury! He was in Clarenworth!

She was so shocked. Didn't Luther know that today was Friday, the last day of the 30-day cooling-off period for their divorce? If they don't apply for divorce papers today, their application would be voided and they would have waited thirty days for nothing. If they wanted to submit the application again, they would have to wait another 30 days.

In the past few days, she didn't text him, remind him, or call him.

She thought that he couldn't have forgotten such an important matter! After all, just the very next day, he's getting engaged!

"Why? Boss has been busy lately, and I rarely see him, and I heard there was a problem with the Clarenworth project. Joyce, are you okay?" Aaron looked back at Joyce worriedly and asked with concern. "It's okay. I'm going to the court with him today to get our papers."

Joyce didn't hide it from Aaron, who was well aware of their relationship anyway.

"Oh." Aaron was silent. A hint of disappointment crossed his face as he knew Joyce was referring to the divorce papers.

From his point of view, he naturally did not want them to divorce. He admired Joyce, and he thought she and Luther was really a good match. As for that pretentious Charlotte, he never had any feelings towards her.

But things turned out as if God had made fun of them all. And he was in no position to comment on what Boss wanted to do.

Joyce reached for her phone and was going to send a message to Luther.

After typing for a while, however, she abruptly deleted all the words...

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