You Hit My Heart
Chapter 514

Although, he could not remember a bit of these things now.

However, just for the case in front of him, the reason why Karl had been helping Joyce, he was a man and he could not know any better.

"Karl, it's so late. Is it not appropriate for you to still be under my wife's apartment building? It's time for you to go back.” Luther gave a chilling eviction.

"Mr. Warner should not bother Miss Knowles as well since he and Joyce have separated and are about to receive divorce papers. Isn't it time to go back too?"

Karl sneered.

"You!" Luther was furious, and he didn't expect that a criminal police officer would give him a hard time. Could it be that Karl had some kind of overwhelming background? Damn, it felt so bad to lose his memories.

Joyce had never seen Karl and Luther quarrel before, so she hurriedly pulled Karl back, “I'm fine, don't worry. It's getting late, I'm going to go upstairs and get some rest. You should hurry back and I'll discuss tonight's matter with you when I have time."

Karl glanced worriedly at Luther and shut up, "If anything happens, call me, or call the police.”

"What did you say?"

Luther was really angry. Call the police? Karl actually asked Joyce to call the police. What did he think he was? A thief? This was outrageous! "I say, since you're getting a divorce and marrying another woman, stay away from her. You don't want to marry her, there are plenty of men willing to marry her."

Karl shrugged off the words and left with a cold face.

In fact, if Luther had not lost his memory, given that the two of them were still on good terms and had helped each other, he may not be able to say such harsh words. Now, since Luther had amnesia and did not even know him, he had no worries about expressing his dissatisfaction straightforwardly.

"Hmph, what did he think he is to lecture me?" Luther was indignant. He questioned Joyce, "He likes you, can't you see that?"

Joyce gave Luther a blank look, "We're just friends. It has nothing to do with you. But you, what are you doing here again?"

"Of course I'm coming here to sleep!" Luther dropped these words and stepped into the elevator lobby ahead of Joyce.

Joyce immediately went to the door of the elevator and tried to block it, "Hey. What do you mean? Do you have to force me to move again now?"

Luther did not say a word, and went directly out of the elevator, and pressed a series of codes.

So fast that Joyce was too late to stop it and Luther had already opened the apartment door.

The moment she opened the door, Joyce completely froze. She had already put one foot in and finally retracted it.

Where was she? Was this the house she rented?

She retreated to the door and rechecked the number. It was right, and the code was right. It couldn't be someone else's house.

However, all the furniture inside the apartment was replaced, and it was completely different from when she left in the morning.

"What are you doing standing outside the door? Aren't you coming in?" Luther gave her a sidelong glance.

"All these furniture, did you replace them? And all the curtains, carpets, cups, and dishes?" Stunned, Joyce questioned, "Where's my stuff? What about all the furniture I bought?"

“I threw them all away." Luther sat down on the couch.

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