Chapter 1153

She loved her son so much.

"Go to sleep." She reprimanded Anderson slightly and then walked

uncomfortably out of the room.

Luther stayed with Anderson for a while longer, waiting for Anderson to

fall asleep before closing the door to his room.

It was late, so he simply went into the bathroom, washed away the dust

and fatigue of the day, changed into navy blue pajamas, and walked

out of the bathroom and into the living room.

In the living room, it was too quiet.

Joyce nestled on the sofa. She has a brochure about charity in her

hand and was quietly flipping through it. She brought it from Juanita.

She only turned on a lamp. The hazy light was just like a fog, and over

the sofa, she was shrouded by a holy hue.

Luther looked at her stunning side face and felt touched within. In fact,

he wanted to see her real face so much.

Truly, he missed her so much.

It's been too long. Although her gorgeous face had been imprinted in

his mind, it's been too long, and he could not help it. He wanted to see

her and held her in his arms again.

He did not want anything but just a simple and quiet life with her.

He went to her side, sat down next to her, and smoothly took her into

his arms, smelling the fresh fragrance of her hair after the shower, and

just felt the peace of mind.

Joyce also did not break away from him. Instead, she reached out and

pointed to the cup of tea on the coffee table, "Have some tea, I just

warmed it up, and the temperature is just right."

Luther's heart began racing again.

Here she was again! He really could not stand this psychological

torture.

"Do you have something to say to me today?" He asked of his own

accord as he tightened his arms and held her tighter.

He couldn't stand it. Her strange attitude towards him was worse than

scolding and complaining. If she really knew it, he intended to confess

everything tonight as well.

It's better than being tortured by her now.

He was going crazy!

She was too smart. He showed a tiny crack, and she could follow the

trail so that he had nothing to hide.

Joyce put down the pamphlet in her hand and raised her eyes to look at

him seriously.

"Yes, I do have something to say.”

Luther breathed, "Well. Say it."

He held his breath. He didn't know how much she had already

guessed, and he waited silently for her to ask a question.

However...

Joyce suddenly asked, “I remember that you had a beautiful pistol on

your sports car. Is it still there?"

Luther froze.

She was so abnormal today and asked questions that he had

completely no idea how to answer.

"Right. What's wrong?" He looked deep into her eyes.

"Can you give it to me?" Her eyes were crystal bright, shining with a

star-like light, and she looked at him with expectation.

He was stunned, "Sure."

It was her pistol, something that belonged to her, so of course, it could

be given to her. The reason he didn't give it to her was that he wasn't

sure if she was Joyce, but now that he was sure, he should have

returned the pistol to her for her safety. It was just that he had not been

able to find an excuse and opportunity.

Right now, she suddenly brought up this pistol. What was even her

intention?