Chapter 1632: Remembered

Chapter 1632: Remembered

At Rose Court Apartment, Joyce knew very well that Luther had no

good intentions when he dragged her back home. She even suspected

that he deliberately sent Anderson away with Cecelia, intending to have

some fun at the military manor. With no one to disturb them, he did

exactly as he pleased.

This man, who would get jealous over the smallest things, proclaimed

his sovereignty over her. He did exactly what he said he would do

before he left in the morning. At this moment, Joyce felt exhausted, her

clothes half off but not completely removed, fulfilling his desired

aesthetic. She felt like she never wanted to wear this outfit again. She

felt like a plaything. Every time she wore it, he would lose control.

Luther propped his chin with one hand, while the other buttoned up her

clothes. Joyce planned to get up, but she stopped him, "I'm going to

change. Don't button them up.”

"No rush, wait a bit longer.” His long fingers brushed her cheek, feeling

her flushed skin due to heat, thin sweat, sticky on his fingertips.

“Let's rest a bit first." He smirked mischievously at her. Joyce

immediately clutched the collar of her dress, glaring defensively at him,

"What are you planning now?"

"What do you think?" He laughed at her. Did she not know his

preferences? How could that be possible?

Joyce was instantly furious, "Are you insane? Did the doctor allow you

to indulge like this? Or did the doctor say I can be so unrestrained?"

It is often said that men are most likely to cheat when their partners are

pregnant, perhaps due to the inconvenience. Men have an innate need

that leads to frequent affairs. However, after her pregnancy, she felt

that he was no different than usual, even more relentless, without any

hesitation.

Luther grinned shamelessly, nodding, "Hmm, I asked several doctors.

They all said that since you were a sharpshooting athlete, your physical

foundation is particularly good. Your lower body is stable, so they all

suggested that I should continue as before, no need for special

attention. Plus, appropriate “exercise’ helps fetal development and

regulates your hormones."

"What! You actually asked around!" Joyce was shocked, feeling like she

was about to die. Her face was entirely lost by him.

How many doctors did he ask? She almost screamed.

“Basically, I asked all the ones I know." Luther said shamelessly, "Don't

worry, it's fine."

"You!" Joyce was so angry that she saw stars. The doctors at the

Military Hospital and the military manor were from the same system.

She raised her hand, intending to slap that hateful handsome face.

Of course, she wouldn't really dare to hit him. She just wanted to scare

him, to vent her anger.

Luther laughed, holding her fingers, teasing, "See, after two rounds,

you're still so energetic. I think you don't need to rest, let's continue.”

"Get lost!" She was so angry that her lips were trembling. But

unfortunately, this shameless man was already pressing down on her

again.

If it weren't for his abdominal injury, she would have kicked him away.

But she couldn't bear to hurt him, so she gave up struggling. Watching

him unbutton her clothes one by one.

She was speechless, "If you're going to unbutton them, why did you

button them up just now?"

He was panting heavier, "Stupid, I buttoned them up, so I can unbutton

them later."

Joyce, "..."

This time, they fooled around until the afternoon. Joyce was exhausted

and took a nap. When she woke up, it was almost dark.

She got up abruptly, pushing the still sleeping Luther, "Hurry up, it's

already past five. We agreed to have dinner at the military manor at six,

we're definitely going to be late."

Luther, hugging her waist, mumbled, "What's the rush? They're all

family. What's the difference if we're a bit early or late? Just make a call

and tell them we'll be half an hour late.”

“I never arrive late, what excuse would I use?" Joyce ruffled her messy

long hair, feeling sticky all over, all thanks to him.

“The reason is simple. Just say we came back and took a nap." Luther

turned over and wanted to sleep a bit more.

Joyce, hearing this, was so angry that she picked up a pillow and

started hitting him in the back of his head.

Sleep? Tell her parents they came back to sleep? He really dared to

think of that!

"Sleep your head!"

Luther held the pillow, sat up, and coaxed in a soft voice, "What's

wrong? Why are you angry? I meant a normal nap, a siesta. What were

you thinking?"

Joyce was even more irritated, “Do youthink others can't guess what

we were doing? Never mind, you make the call. I don't have the nerve

to do it. I'm going to take a shower.”

Luther put down the pillow, "Alright, I'll make the call.”

He got up and made a call to Cecelia, saying they would be half an

hour late.

Then, he also went to take a shower.

Feeling especially satisfied today and having slept a while, he looked at

himself in the mirror. His reflection was radiant, his complexion good.

Suddenly, he felt a warmth in his ear.

When he touched it, it was blood. There was blood coming out of his

ear!

Staring at the red smear on his long finger and palm, he was

dumbfounded. These past few days, he hadn't had any nosebleeds. So

he gradually relaxed his vigilance, thinking the previous nosebleeds

were because he was overthinking.

But now, mysteriously, there was blood coming from his ear. Perhaps it

was because he was too vigorous just now, his emotional fluctuations

were rather large, once again stimulating the toxins in his body?

Bleeding from the seven orifices was always a bad omen.

Picking up his phone, he dialed Dr. Jacobs, a leading figure in Mufron

Biopharmaceuticals.

"Professor, we agreed to send a team of pharmaceutical researchers to

me. How is that progressing?"

Dr. Jacobs replied, "Mr. Warner, rest assured, the candidates have

been selected, they will all be sent to Khebury, your headquarters, next

week."

"Good, thank you."

After hanging up, Luther cleaned up the blood stain with a tissue.

The blood-stained tissue was thrown into the toilet.

Just as Joyce burst into the bathroom, irritated, "Luther, what are you

dawdling in the bathroom for? We're running late!"

Luther was startled and quickly flushed the toilet.

The red tissue spun around a few times before being flushed down.

That was close, Joyce almost saw it.

He straightened up, acting as if nothing happened, "Oh, I suddenly

remembered something important and made a call. We can leave now."

Joyce squinted suspiciously at him.

Just now, she thought she glimpsed an unusual color in the toilet, but it

was too quick for her to see clearly.

She felt that the man in front of her was suspicious, as if he was hiding

something from her.

She kept this in mind.