Chapter 1306

Chapter 1306

Luther froze at first, then reacted to the meaning of her words.

Looking at her angry eyes, he tried his best to hold back, but could not

hold back his laughter. Last night was his bad, no restraint. It had been

too long since he'd had one, and he'd lost control. I didn't expect that

she really couldn't get out of bed.

Joyce saw this originator, even have the face to laugh, angry smashed

him.

"You're actually laughing? What to do? This is mom's house? How am I

going to explain?"

Luther brought the pajamas to her, "I'll help you put them on, then I'll

carry you to wash up and bring up breakfast for you to eat. On Mom's

side, just say you're drunk and need to rest a little longer.”

Joyce was too angry to speak.

Do you think everyone else is stupid? What does getting drunk have to

do with not being able to get out of bed.

Luther sat beside her and tried to help her get dressed.

"My hands aren't crippled.” She took the pajamas without a smile and

put them on herself.

It's just that Luther's help is still needed when it comes to putting on

pajama pants.

After dressing, Luther picked her up and carried her into the washroom,

sitting her on a stool and thoughtfully handing her a toothbrush and

toothpaste, as well as a towel.

"Do you want to take a bath and soothe your whole body, and I'll rub

your legs. It should ease up quickly.” Luther suggested.

"You, get the hell out of here!" Joyce finally couldn't help but open her

mouth to scold someone.

Take a bath? Let him bathe her? And massage her legs?

Thanks to him for thinking of it.

In the end, what will develop in the wash? Do you think she is a fool?

Damn man, why is he so energetic? She's like this and he's fine?

Was she really the one who initiated the whole thing last night? Is that

why she was so tired?

And he, nothing at all.

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger at the thought of it.

Luther held back a laugh, knowing she was thin-skinned, "Okay, I'll go

out, call me when you're ready."

Joyce tossed and turned in the washroom for half a day before pouring

herself out, and in the mirror, she looked a little different. Perhaps it

was the special moisturizing, the skin looked clear and elastic, and her

face was flushed.

She pulled the collar of her pajamas up to block the marks.

If Mom or Andres saw it, she wouldn't be able to behave.

Luther waited outside the door for a long time, but did not see her

shouting at herself, so she had to take the initiative to open the door,

"All right, I'll carry you out.”

In the washroom, Joyce held on to the wall and took two steps, better

than earlier, barely able to walk, but certainly noticeable as different. It

was so humiliating, she never thought she would have a humiliating

day like this.

Seeing her reluctance, Luther went up and picked her up, carried her

directly to the bed, let her back rest against the soft back of the bed,

and covered her with a thin blanket.

"You rest, don't move, I'l do it."

He gently brushed her long hair and ran his ten fingers through her hair.

This morning, she looked even more beautiful, moist face, mature

charm, a wisp of exhaustion between her brows, each of which was the

ultimate temptation for him.

Unable to resist, he bent his head low and kissed her lips.

Last night, the lights stayed on and he couldn't bear to turn them off.

Carving her gesture firmly into his heart.

Missed for too long, four years, and even after getting it, it now has a

surreal feeling.

So eager to relive it again, he tensed up all over.

But reason, forcing him to calm down, he tasted shallowly and left her

lips.

It's not that she didn't want to push him away when he kissed her.