Chapter 1350

Chapter 1350

Joyce was on tenterhooks until the end and didn't dare to breathe out

loud.

I was afraid that someone would suddenly come back, Ivy or Aaron.

No matter who it was, she felt she had no face to stay in the future.

Thinking about it, she pushed him hard to the ground with a face of

indignation, her clothes weren't off, she just needed to tidy up. And the

man in front of her was simply a clothed beast.

Luther was hurt by her fall, the floor was hard, he rubbed his elbow, his

voice was sultry, "What's wrong? Did you not have enough fun? How

about I carry you to the top floor spa?"

"Get out!" She got even angrier and casually picked up a pillow and

smashed it at him.

Soft, not at all smashed him, he did not hide, only a funny look at her.

“You don't like it here? Next time I'll pay attention.”

She also has to get angry.

At that moment, it seemed that footsteps were heard not far away from

the door.

She froze, there was movement, as if someone had come back,

perhaps Ivy had returned from shopping.

She hurriedly looked at herself to check if her clothes were on, and

hurriedly straightened the top of the couch while urging Luther, "You get

dressed. Someone's coming."

Luther looked at her good-naturedly and suddenly picked her up in a

hug, "You feel embarrassed, let's avoid it."

After saying that, he carried her in his arms and took a big step into the

indoor elevator.

The moment Ivy opened the door and entered, the elevator doors

closed, carrying them toward the penthouse spa.

Joyce gave him a push, "Put me down. What are you doing?"

Luther pinched the tip of her upturned nose, "Wifey is not satisfied, I

have to continue to do so."

"Who says I..."

Before the words were out of her mouth, her lips were sealed by him.

As the elevator doors opened, the penthouse spa was close at hand.

In the next second, she had been thrown into the warm water ...

By the time the tossing was done, it was already dark.

Joyce feebly climbed up from the spa and put on her yukata.

Behind him, Luther lay in the spa, admiring the infinite bright night view,

his body and mind all gaining great relaxation and satisfaction.

She gave him a hard stare.

Damn man, how the hell did he put up with it for four years. Now is he

going to get back to her with interest?

After changing into her pajamas, she ran straight downstairs without

looking back.

Anderson has returned and is watching cartoons in the living room, with

Ivy accompanying him.

Surprised to see Joyce changed into pajamas and her hair freshly

washed, Ivy said, "Ms. Knowles, you're back already?" No wonder she

felt as if someone had come in the house.

"Hmm." Joyce responded awkwardly.

Unexpectedly, the vocalization was hoarse.

"Ms. Knowles, you don't sound right, are you catching a cold?" Ivy

asked with concern. Ivy asked with concern, "Why did you take a bath

so early today?" "Where is Mr. Warner?"

Joyce “cough” two, cleared his throat, made up an excuse, "I seem to

be a little cold, so soak in the bath. My throat doesn't feel too good

either.”

Ivy said quickly and attentively, “I'll go make you some ginger tea, it'll

be quick."

"Eh ..." Joyce was just about to say no, when Ivy had already trotted

into the kitchen.

At this time.

Anderson saw Luther coming down the stairs and he rushed up to him,

"Dad, you're home too."

Luther picked Anderson up, "Did Andres have a good time at school

today, did he make any new friends?"

Anderson nodded, "Yeah, yeah. How's godmother? Is she doing

better?"