Chapter 1318

Chapter 1318

Finally, the disgusting party was over.

On the way back to Pinkrose, Joyce breathed a long sigh of relief in the

car.

"What? Hate this kind of political activity?" Luther asked as he drove

and glanced at her.

"Hmmm. It's more annoying than commercial activities. Business

events are nothing but a conspiracy, and the hook-ups here, the faces

of those council members are so disgusting." Joyce rubbed her brow.

"Want to get some sleep, it's a long way back." Luther reached over

and tugged a blanket from the back seat.

“No, I don't want to sleep.” Joyce sat up a little more upright.

She actually felt a bit flustered and confused, with a kind of confusion

about the unknown without certainty.

“Your moving target, why did you hit it so well too? Have you

practiced?" Luther asked curiously.

He was under the impression that Joyce always hit fixed targets and

that training for moving targets should be completely different. But

Joyce dealt with the bad guys every time, and the shots hit where she

wanted to hit, and he never asked.

"Oh, practiced. Once upon a time when I participated in a competition, I

chose two events, 10m air pistol, and two-way skeet. So the grasp of

moving targets is not worse than fixed targets." Joyce explained.

“No wonder." Luther smiled lightly.

He took a deep breath, "To think that the situation was critical and you

were able to hit Ricky in the forehead with a single shot while being

jolted back by the bomb."

Joyce recalls the past and is suddenly silent for a moment.

Her voice was a little unnatural, "Well, keeping him is always a curse."

Luther did not speak again. A smile curled up on his lips, he

understood, at that time, her determined psychology, even if he died,

but also to take Ricky together.

“I'l make a phone call.”

Joyce looked down and took out her cell phone and dialed Julia's

number.

Andres is with me, just falling asleep.”

"Oh, what a shame. A little late, was hoping to hear Andres’ voice."

Joyce shrugged, she should have called earlier, she didn't expect

Andres to sleep in quite early today.

"He was with me today trying on clothes and getting ready for

tomorrow, and the little guy was exhausted. So he was given an early

night's sleep.” Julia gradually raised her voice, "Well, now I've come out

from inside the room."

“I have nothing to do, I just want to see if you guys are okay.

Tomorrow's wedding, are you all set?"

"Well, there's not much I need to prepare. I'll just put out a person.”

Julia laughed heatedly, "Going through the motions, living together

anyway, married and unmarried, what's the difference?"

“You sound pretty happy, why, you guys finally got your license today."

Joyce teased.

"Hmm. Same as you, licensed. Legally cohabitating.” Julia is cheeky

enough.

Joyce blushed, "What nonsense, licensed ..."

She stole a glance at Luther, and wondered if he heard her.

"Don't you have to go back to your mother's house to stay today? Isn't

there a bride welcoming session tomorrow." Joyce asked.

“No. I was supposed to go home to stay, and Karl said it was safer for

me to stay with him during these extraordinary times. So neither parent

had a problem with it."

"Right. That's right, Mr. Gregory is still thinking well. That's a relief."

Joyce breathed a sigh of relief.

"What time will you be at the hotel tomorrow?" She asked again.

“I'll take Andres there at 10:30, you and Mr. Warner feel free to arrive

before 12:00., Joyce, you're taking too long to call me, is it because you

don't feel comfortable leaving Andres to me?" Julia's voice was a little

whiny.