Chapter 1700: The Most Basic Trust

Chapter 1700: The Most Basic Trust

Joyce wrapped one hand around his neck and placed the other on his

handsome face, her slender fingers tracing his strong features.

The living room was dimly lit, accentuating his exceptional elegance.

"Did you expect to encounter so many things when you returned to

Khebury?" she asked softly. "Don’t worry too much. I'm just speculating.

Maybe it's just a coincidence and has nothing to do with us."

Luther caught her small hand and pressed his nose against it, almost

touching her. "If you keep touching me like that, I won't be able to

control myself."

She chuckled softly, “What will happen if you can't control yourself?"

Pulling him down, she took the initiative to kiss his razor-sharp lips.

"Like this?"

Luther was momentarily stunned but quickly shifted from being passive

to active. "You've been influenced by bad things."

He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her onto his lap, and

their long, passionate kiss lasted for a long time, until both were

breathless.

Embracing each other, she nestled in his arms, feeling his heart

pounding strongly, beat after beat.

Luther gently caressed her, his hand coming to rest on her small

abdomen, covering it gently, silently feeling.

Lately, he had been restraining himself because he had noticed

changes in her body.

During their kiss just now, he didn't make any more intrusive moves. He

feared that his excitement would harm her and the baby.

Although the intense heat surged within him, having her in his arms

was already enough.

Joyce looked down at her slightly rounded belly, which was not

noticeable when she wore loose clothing. She placed her hand on top

of his.

“This is our first time feeling them grow together," she said softly.

Luther paused for a moment. Yes, Anderson and Alisha's births were

moments he and Joyce couldn't experience and accompany. It had

always been his biggest regret. But this time, could he really do it? His

eyes darkened, and his expression gradually grew gloomy.

Joyce noticed Luther's change in mood and lifted her head to ask, "I

didn't mean to blame you. Don't overthink. I've long since let go of the

past.”

She silently added in her heart. When he took the unknown drug from

Otis, when he was stabbed in the abdomen and lost a lot of blood,

when his life was in danger, she only blamed herself for not forgiving

him earlier and missed those years they could have spent together.

Luther softly replied, "I'm not overthinking."

However, her tolerance and love eased his low spirits to a large extent.

Suddenly, his eyes brightened, and he seemed to ignite with

excitement. “They moved, they moved!"

His hand, resting on her belly, felt a slight movement.

"How is that possible? It's still early, right?" Joyce knew he was

referring to fetal movements. But she had asked the doctor, and fetal

movements were usually meaningful after 28 weeks. However, fetal

movements could start between the 18th and 20th week of pregnancy.

She hadn't reached 18 weeks yet. But the doctor had also mentioned

that for some sensitive people, feeling fetal movements at 14 weeks

was possible.

“It's true," Luther exclaimed excitedly, his voice trembling.

"They moved again, they moved again!" he exclaimed, just now he had

been a bit uncertain himself. After all, he had never experienced fetal

movements before. But this time, he truly felt the faint movements.

It was like a small sprout gently pushing against his palm.

This feeling melted his heart.

"Really? Let me feel too."

Joyce anxiously moved his hand away. She herself had never felt fetal

movements. Thinking back over the past few days, she did feel a rolling

sensation in her belly. She had always thought it was an upset

stomach, but it turned out to be the precursor to fetal movements.

Luther moved his hand away and gently placed it on top of hers. "Here,

feel it."

Joyce held her breath and waited patiently.

However, she waited for a long time and still didn't feel any fetal

movements. She couldn't help but furrow her brows. “Are you sure? I

didn't feel anything.”

"It's impossible. It definitely happened just now. It moved twice, I felt it,"

Luther insisted.

He held her even tighter. "Wait a little longer. Let me carry you to bed."

He princess-carried her, walking to the bedroom. With a flick of his long

legs, he closed the door. Then he placed her gently on the bed, lying

her down.

Joyce always held onto his neck and pulled him down to lie on the bed

with her.

Nestled in his embrace, she gently stroked her small belly.

Suddenly, she felt it-the faint movement in her belly.

Excitement overwhelmed her, and she couldn't find the words to

expressher feelings. Her voice got caught in her throat. It was real, it

was fetal movement!

Luther saw her face light up and quickly asked, "Did you feel it?"

Joyce nodded excitedly. "Yes, they moved again. Oh my, they moved

once more!"

Luther gently removed her hand and caressed her abdomen. "My little

ones, how mischievous you are.”

Leaning down, he pressed his cheek against her belly, feeling the

warmth in this intimate moment.

"You have to be good, don't trouble your mommy. She's working so

hard." He pointed at her belly, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Joyce chuckled.

She pushed him playfully. “I'm not working that hard. But you, what

have you been busy with lately? You've been coming home late all the

time."

Luther paused, lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling, lost in

thought for a moment.

Joyce rested against his chest, one hand encircling his waist. "I was

just asking casually. You don't have to answer. I know Alisha's situation

has put a lot of pressure on you. I'll patiently wait for you to give me the

results.”

Luther reached out and held her hand, his large palm enveloping hers.

He suddenly asked, "No matter what I've done, will you still believe in

me?"

Joyce's body stiffened slightly. She remembered the previous time

when she smelled perfume on his clothes and found a faint lipstick

mark on his sleeve. Her intuition told her that he had been in contact

with other women. And now, with his tone, it was clear that he was

hiding something from her. What exactly was he doing with that other

woman, coming home late repeatedly? If it was just work-related

matters, why didn't he tell her? What was the matter that he

deliberately concealed from her?

However, it didn't matter.

She propped herself up and rested her chin on her hand, looking at him

seriously.

She made a promise, word by word, "Yes. I promise. No matter what

you've done, I will believe in you. We have been through so much

together. This is the most basic trust. I will always stand by your side."

Luther looked at her, his black eyes flickering with gratitude, crossing

paths with her gaze.

He suddenly flipped over and pressed her beneath him.

His breathing intensified. "I didn't plan on troubling you. You must be

tired today. I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself..."

After speaking, he passionately sealed her lips with his own, his fiery

body completely enveloping her.

She wrapped her arms around him, accepting the passion and fervor

he gave her.

Tonight, the darkness grew deeper.