Chapter 1621 In Need Of An Explanation

Chapter 1621 In Need of An Explanation

He loved Joyce, and he also understood Joyce.

Once given, it was forever.

If she lost Luther, it would be devastating to Joyce. No matter how

much he loved her, what he hoped most was that she could be happy.

The premise of all this was that Luther must be safe and sound.

Leaving Luther no way out was the only thing he could do now.

After leaving the ward, Luther couldn't figure out how Justin could

refuse his proposal and insist on leaving the Capital and even leaving

Khebury to take root in Mufron.

He paced back and forth in his room and finally sat down on the sofa.

He took out his phone and first called the leader in the field of biological

pharmaceuticals in Mufron.

"Hello, Dr. Jacobs, I need your help. Can you send a group of

pharmaceutical researchers to me?"

"Yes, the drug composition is unknown at present. This matter needs to

be kept confidential, thank you."

Hanging up the phone, Luther held his chin with one hand, lost in

thought.

He had thought about assembling the most advanced research team.

But the key problem was that without knowing the ingredients of the

poison, how to configure the antidote? The poison had already been

absorbed by his body and could not be separated. He had just

confirmed this with Dr. Jacobs. It was really tricky and could only be

tried.

He rubbed his forehead and felt an unprecedented headache.

As chance would have it, Casey's call came in.

Luther answered the call. He hadn't asked about R&S Group for a long

time. Casey handled daily affairs.

Many projects and work waiting for his decision had piled up.

Casey briefly reported the recent work on the call and then asked for

instructions on the latest port project plan.

Finally, Casey asked, "President, the headquarters has been asking

when you will return to Khebury? We have been away from Khebury for

too long. Neither the board of directors nor the board of supervisors

have met. The directors privately feel that you want to move the

headquarters to the Capital. Many people have clearly stated that they

are unwilling. The meaning is that the Capital is after all the

administrative center, Khebury is the largest commercial center of

Pascaylia. It is not suitable for the long-term development of R&S

Group. Opening branches is fine, but whether to move the

headquarters. On this, everyone wants an explanation.”

Luther frowned. This matter needed to be discussed with Joyce.

Now that the warlord split had been resolved and the Heath family

reunited. After all, what were Joyce's plans, did she want to stay in the

Capital or return to Khebury with him. He hadn't asked her yet.

“I understand. I will give the directors a reply soon. Ask them to be

patient.”

"Okay, Mr. President.” Casey responded.

After hanging up the phone, Luther raised his head and saw that Joyce

and Anderson had returned. They were standing not far from the sofa.

Just now when he was on the phone with the speaker on, Joyce must

have heard the contents of the call.

"Is lunch over? Was it delicious?" Luther waved to Anderson and asked

with a smile.

“Yeah. It was delicious. We also brought you a serving.” Anderson took

the takeout box from Joyce's hand and brought it to Luther's side.

Joyce walked up and opened the box, "Chicken porridge, very light.

Your wound hasn't healed yet. I asked the doctor. You can only eat

some light and easily digestible food. The hospital gives you nutritional

meal packages for three meals a day. I'm afraid you're not used to it, so

I packed you a little. I'll stew soup for you in the afternoon when I get

home. "

“No need. Who said I can't get used to hospital food? I'm not that

picky." Luther pulled her to his side, "I don't want soup. Stay here with

me."

Joyce glanced at the nutritional meal sent by the hospital on the

bedside table. She pointed at it, “You didn't even touch your lunch. And

you said you're not picky?"

Luther chuckled softly, "I wasn't hungry. I just didn't eat it yet."

In fact, just now he had been thinking about things and didn't feel

hungry at all, forgetting to eat.

Joyce eyed him. She knew him well enough to know how picky he was.

"However, now I feel hungry. And I'm a little tired, I can't lift my hands.

What should I do?"

Luther looked straight at Joyce.

Joyce looked puzzled.

Anderson helped explain on the side, "Cough cough, Dad means he's

hungry and doesn't have the strength now. He needs you to feed him."

Joyce's face showed a little embarrassment.

Luther simply reclined on the sofa, holding Anderson in his arms. He

shrugged and acted spoilt, "Well, Andres is right."

Joyce had a deadpan look.

This man really had no limit.

She had no choice but to get up and take the nutritional meal set by the

hospital on the bedside table. There was mashed vegetables, congee,

and minced meat and carrots.

She scooped some chicken porridge with mashed vegetables and fed it

to Luther's lips.

Luther opened his mouth with a smile in his eyes and took a bite.

Joyce glared at him silently. She indulged him only because he was

injured.

Anderson giggled on the side.

Joyce glared at Anderson immediately, "Don't laugh. Play your game.”

"Oh." Anderson obediently lowered his head to play the game.

Luther simply rested one arm behind his head and took bite after bite,

eating with great enjoyment.

Joyce was a little annoyed and simply scooped up a spoonful and

stuffed it into his hateful thin lips, "Choke on it."

Luther simply bit the spoon and did not let go, letting her unable to pull

her hand back. His actions were sexy and tempting. His eyes gazed

deeply at her, the air flowing with ambiguous atmosphere.

Being looked at like that made her whole body heat up. Joyce had to

look away.

She coughed lightly twice, not wanting him to act excessively in front of

the child. She changed the subject, "I heard Casey call you just now."

"Um." Luther replied in a high tone.

"So are you going back to Khebury?" She asked.

Luther took the spoon away and put it on the coffee table. He took her

hand and gently caressed it in his palm.

He said softly, "Where you are, that's where I am."

Joyce stiffened and turned back to look at him. The light in his eyes

was too scorching, burning her heart.

She uncomfortably cleared her throat and said, "After you are

discharged from the hospital, we will go back to the military manor.

We'll discuss it then."

"Okay." Luther replied.

He didn't care much. Even if he moved the headquarters of R&S Group

to the Capital, although the directors had objections, no one could do

anything about him. For him, nothing was more important than Joyce.

He didn't want to be separated from her for a day.

After lunch.

Just as Joyce finished cleaning up, there was a stir outside the door.

Then, before the person arrived, the voice came first.

"Joyce, Mr. Warner, Andres, I'm here to see you!"

It was Juanita’s voice.