Chapter 1150

He thought that Joyce could not have waited for him.

After all, he didn't say he'd be back.

"Hmm. Waiting for you to join us.” Joyce took off her gloves and stood

aside, her beautiful eyes looking at him meaningfully.

It was true that every man who felt guilty would put extra efforts on his

pretense!

The more he tried to cover up his meeting with Karl this afternoon, the

sooner he should rush back so as not to arouse her further suspicion.

As it happened, he rushed back.

“You're done talking to Karl? So soon?" She asked deliberately.

Luther handsome face stiffened, "Yeah, nothing important. We talked a

bit about the case of Mr. Walsh. As you know, he’s in charge of the

case now. He asked me again about the conflict with Mr. Walsh at that

time."

"Oh." Joyce looked at him with a smirk, “I didn't ask for such details,

and you don't have to explain."

He had almost rushed to explain, so obviously he wanted to cover up.

This man, indeed, got some secrets in his heart.

He must not have met Karl about some Mr. Walsh and he just made it

up.

Strangely enough, even Karl joined him in keeping her in the dark. So,

she was even more convinced of her suspicions.

Luther, "..."

She shrugged and acted like nothing had ever happened, “Let's have

dinner."

Luther bent over, picked Anderson up and carried him to the dining

table.

Then, he sat down next to Anderson.

Joyce took out her knife and fork and cut into the Wellington steak. The

freshly baked crispy bread wrapped the juicy tender beef, when her

knife went through, it was instantly steaming.

The Wellington steak she made was more authentic than those in a fine

restaurant.

It's also one of Anderson's favorite dishes.

That's why she often had refrigerated fermented dough ready for easy

access.

She forked over a piece.

Surprisingly, it was not handed to Anderson first, but placed on the

plate in front of Luther.

Luther froze. She took the initiative to give him the steak! He felt so

flattered. But at the same time, he was rather anxious in his mind! It

was not something Joyce would do at all.

"Oh. Mommy is starting to be nice to you. There's hope for you."

Anderson noticed that instantly and kept tapping his small fork

rhythmically on the table.

Joyce gently glared at Anderson, cut a piece and put it on Anderson's

plate, "Just eat your steak, you nosy boy."

Anderson lowered his head, gave a soft hum, and ate happily.

Luther's fingers stiffened slightly as he carefully watched her face.

He did not dare to accept her sudden kindness to him. The feeling of

weakness made his body sweat slightly, he looked up again, and she

looked just as usual. Finally he sat down with them, and felt a little

relieved.

Could it be that she had already found out something?

As Karl said, Joyce wasn't far from knowing the truth.

But was it that fast? Shouldn't it be?

Although the dishes were all delicious, he ate them in a timid and

uneasy silence.

He could not taste anything at all.

After dinner, while Joyce was inside the kitchen helping Ivy to clean up

her things.

Luther quietly picked up Anderson and carried him inside the room,

asking in a whisper, "Anderson, has your mommy done anything

unusual since she got back today? Has she seen anyone, or made any

strange phone calls?"