Chapter 1112

Meanwhile.

Joyce was awakened by hunger. She slept too deeply and slept too

well.

It felt like it's been too long since she had had a peaceful sleep like this,

and her mind at peace and quiet.

With a churning and gurgling in her stomach, she slowly opened her

eyes.

The curtains were drawn inside the room, but the penetrating light

made it possible to feel that it was daytime.

She was a little confused and suddenly couldn't tell if it was morning or

afternoon, and had the illusion of waking up from a good night's sleep.

Until, she moved and felt someone beside her.

She was startled and could not move until she realized she was being

held from behind, with a large hand firmly around her waist.

Memories of last night's fear and helplessness suddenly hit her, and

she remembered being rendered unconscious by Otis and taken to the

suburban villa. She was too weak to resist, and the feeling of danger

soaked through her limbs.

Gee, what the ...

Instinct drove her to use all her strength to break free from the person

holding her behind her.

She sat up violently.

With a "boom" sound, Luther was thrown directly to the floor by Joyce.

He woke up from his fall and looked up at Joyce in a daze.

A slight frown on his brow, his phoenix eyes blinked and blinked, and

his good-looking eyelashes were fluttering.

His chest was heaving, and the buttons on his shirt were basically all

open and his sexy perfect lines were all exposed. He reached out and

rubbed his slightly messy hair, languid and sleepy, and he seemed to

have a fatal attraction at the moment.

Joyce saw that the person who fell to the ground was Luther.

And she was at her own room.

She finally came to her senses and remembered what happened. She

had escaped from Otis’ villa and she was not back at home.

She had returned to her home, and then Luther returned from Khebury

and cuddled her to bed with him.

Because she didn't sleep all night last night, she was too tired and fell

asleep along with him.

She glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table and it was already

4:00 p.m.!

God, she actually slept from morning until now, no wonder she felt so

hungry! She was actually woken up by the hunger.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I..." Joyce stammered as she looked apologetically at

Luther, who she had flung to the floor, innocently.

But on second thought, why should she apologize, when it was clearly

he who forced her to sleep in his arms?

Luther got up from the floor with a sultry look on his face and got back

into bed.

With one long arm, he took her into his arms again.

Although, just now he was pushed to the ground by her. However, he

could see clearly, in that moment, the panic and fear that surfaced on

her face. Her shoulders were trembling slightly, and even her lips were

trembling.

He knew that she thought he was someone else, someone who wanted

to violate her. Only then did she put up the thorns all over her body and

attack him.

His dark eyes dimmed and his face sank. She must have been through

something last night. Damn Otis.

He really wanted to cut Otis into pieces.

Since she appeared to be intact, she must have figured out a way to

get out, but the process was certainly not easy, and the events of last

night had clearly taken a toll on her mind.

He held her tightly and softly soothed her.

"It's okay. Don't be afraid.”

His jaw rested against the top of her hair, and he kept rubbing it gently.

He embraced her from behind and gave her his full protection.

Joyce was held by him. His broad warm chest made her feel at ease,

and her heartbeat gradually stabilized, and the fear gradually

disappeared. She quieted down, and just quietly leaned in his arms.