Chapter 1673: The Unserious Response

Chapter 1673: The Unserious Response

Back at the Warner residence.

It was already 2 a. m.

Luther walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and as the icy

water washed over his body from head to toe, his dazed mind became

much clearer.

He shook his head, and large droplets of water fell from his cheeks.

Suddenly, he punched the smooth, mirror-like tiles, unable to restrain

the suppression and irritability in his heart.

He stood under the shower for a while, adjusting the water

temperature, experiencing the extreme contrast between cold and hot.

After showering, he dried his hair and changed into lightweight

pajamas. In the room, Joyce was already asleep, curled up with her

hair scattered on the pillow, sleeping soundly.

He lay down beside her, reached out to embrace her, turned her over to

face him, and held the back of her head with his hand, his long fingers

running through her hair.

Joyce was awakened by Luther's kiss. She groggily opened her eyes,

surrounded by darkness, clearly still in the early hours of the morning.

"Mm, you're back. What time is it?" she murmured.

Her voice was swallowed by his kiss.

“I don't know, didn't check the time..." he bit her lip, his voice becoming

hoarser.

Feeling his body was a bit cold, Joyce reached out and hugged his

waist. "You just took a shower, why are you still so cold? Did the

temperature drop outside? It's so cold.”

Luther had already untied her pajamas, and he chuckled softly, "Hold

me tight, let me warm up."

Feeling his increasing impudence, she pushed his hand away, "Stop

fooling around and go to sleep. I want to sleep.”

"But I want it," he whispered in her ear, biting her earlobe, his hot

breath spraying on her neck.

"Can't we wait until morning... It's midnight now... Ah..."

Her voice was finally interrupted by a weak moan. The man on her

body was slightly cold, but his movements were extremely passionate.

"l can't wait..."

He kissed her again, sealing all her protests, and unabashedly drawing

warmth from her, taking everything he desired.

After an intense entanglement, Joyce was already exhausted and fell

asleep. She nestled in his arm, her long hair slightly damp, sticking to

the side of her cheek.

Luther raised his hand, smoothed her long hair behind her ear, and

held her tightly.

Only in this way did he have a sense of reality and a feeling of peace.

Holding her, he finally closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, it was almost noon.

Joyce saw the time displayed on the clock and almost shouted, "Oh my

god! It's almost noon!"

Damn it, she was becoming more and more prone to sleeping in. If this

continued, how could she manage things? It was all because of the

man beside her, blaming him for keeping her up all night... and

exhausting her energy, causing her to sleep until now.

Luther propped himself up and pulled her into his arms again. "What's

wrong with noon? Andres must have gone to school. We have Mr.

Arnold and Aaron here, so we don't need to worry."

Joyce glared at him, "It's all your fault. You came back late and couldn't

control yourself, not letting others sleep.”

Luther laughed and pinched her nose, “Blame you, always tempting

me."

Joyce was speechless. “I was sleeping well, how did I tempt you?

Clearly, it's your hormones going haywire! You can't resist stimulation. If

you continue like this and come back after eleven, you'll be sleeping

downstairs alone.”

Luther suddenly flipped over and pressed her beneath him.

"My dear wife, it seems like I still have an excess of hormones. What

should I do?"

He said it in a very alluring manner.

"Get off."

Joyce had a black line on her face. "I want to get up and have

breakfast. It's almost lunchtime.”

If she didn't refuse this man with a cold face, they would probably end

up having dinner directly.

Luther helped her up. "I won't tease you anymore. If I really can't

control myself, I promise to keep you in the room for several days."

Joyce blushed. This man's words were so shameless.

She quickly got out of bed, not wanting to pay him any more attention,

and fearing that he would lose control. Keeping a safe distance from

dangerous people was the best course of action.

Luther also got up.

As it was close to noon, after having some breakfast, Luther sat in the

living room and looked at his phone, reading the news. It was already

this time, so he might as well finish lunch before going to the company.

Joyce took a stroll in the living room, rememberingher clothes from last

night were still in the bathroom. She planned to retrieve them and give

them to Ivy to wash.

As she entered the bathroom, the floor felt slippery. It seemed that the

moisture from Luther's shower last night hadn't completely dissipated.

She noticed his clothes casually thrown into the laundry basket, so she

approached and picked them up, intending to wash them together.

In that instant of picking them up, there seemed to be a faint fragrance

of perfume emanating from his shirt.

Joyce was taken aback.

A woman's sixth sense was sometimes accurate.

The scent of women's perfume? She never used perfume herself, so

why would there be the smell of perfume on Luther's shirt?

Although she had never suspected him in this regard, she instinctively

brought his shirt closer to her nose and carefully sniffed. Indeed, there

was the scent of perfume, she hadn't smelled it wrong. It was strange.

She shook her head, could he have accidentally brushed against

something somewhere?

Or perhaps, during his social engagement last night, the environment

was filled with a strong scent of perfume, and his clothes got

contaminated? This fragrance was very faint. The scent felt familiar and

light.

Such a delicate fragrance, for some reason, cherry blossoms flashed

through her mind. It seemed to fit.

She picked up the laundry basket, feeling that she was overthinking

things.

After all, he came back so late last night and was intimate with her until

dawn.

How could it be possible? She thought she was being too sensitive,

perhaps because she was pregnant, her thoughts had become more

delicate, and she was restless, thinking about all sorts of things.

She walked out of the bathroom and handed the clothes she was about

to wash to Ivy.

Then she returned to the living room, where Luther was still looking at

his phone, reading military news. Recently, she often saw him reading

these things, perhaps wanting a deeper understanding of warlords.

"Aren't you going to the group?" She looked at his phone. He was

reading news about the military. "You can go in the afternoon. There's

no rush.”

He held her in his arms and continued reading the news.

Joyce gently stroked his chest and asked with concern, "I've been

thinking about it these days. I'm always a little worried. Otis gave you

some mysterious medicine. Is there really nothing wrong with your

body?"

Luther's body stiffened.

Then, he smiled wickedly and reached out to pinch her chin.

“Is my body normal or not, don't you know? If you're worried, do you

want to try again?"

Joyce was teased by him and lightly hammered him, "I'm asking you

seriously, but you always give unserious responses.”

He lowered his head and kissed her lips.

“That's not true. I'm giving you a very serious response..."

The end of his words disappeared in a sweet deep kiss. He held her

tightly, covering up his momentary panic.