Chapter 1798: No Need To Endure

Chapter 1798: No Need to Endure

Luther froze. Since leaving the Warner residence, he had indeed

refrained from touching her for a long time. Even though his body was

already uncomfortable, her words made him even more restless,

burning like fire.

He lowered his head. "A kiss from you will be enough.”

Having said that, he covered her lips, deepening the kiss, and entwined

their tongues. Unable to touch, he could only use kisses to alleviate the

discomfort in his body, but it felt like a drop in the bucket. His whole

body became increasingly tense and hot, as if it was about to explode.

Joyce held onto the back of his neck and kissed him back. Her hand

ventured downwards.

Suddenly, she parted her lips from his and lightly nibbled on his

earlobe, her voice seductive. “No need to endure, I'll help you."

Her boldness sent a chill down his spine.

After a long while, she lay beside him, listening to his heartbeat, which

was even more intense than before. She tightly held onto his waist until

his heartbeat gradually calmed down.

His body was burning hot, causing her to break out in a thin layer of

sweat.

Satisfied, Luther breathed lightly and lowered his head to look at her in

his arms. He reached out and gently pushed her damp hair behind her

ear before lightly kissing her forehead.

"You don't have to do this for me."

He wiped the corner of her lips with his hand.

It was hard to imagine that the aloof and self-restrained Joyce would do

such things for him.

Joyce didn't answer, she just buried her face in his embrace.

He lifted her up a bit, and the two of them leaned on each other, lying

diagonally on the bed. He stroked her long hair along her cheek and

said, "Regarding Athena, you don't have any questions for me. About

the past?"

Joyce shook her head. "I'm not interested. I don't care about her affairs.

I trust you, you don't have to explain to me."

"Alright," Luther didn't say anything more.

"Are you hungry? Shall I get something for you to eat?" she asked.

"A little," Luther nodded.

“I'l go now. What do you want to eat?" she asked again, about to get

up, but he stopped her.

"Don’t move. You stay in bed and rest," he didn't want to let go, instead,

he held her tighter.

He reached out and tapped her forehead. "You thought you were

already fine? You lie down, I'll make some food for you. What do you

want to eat?"

Joyce smiled awkwardly. There was a moment just now when she

forgot that she needed to rest in bed. But she really wanted to get up

and move a bit. She couldn't stand lying down all the time.

"Something light. I like the porridge you make," she said.

"Alright," Luther smiled and pinched her nose. Leaning over, he

lingered on her lips, unable to resist deeply kissing her again.

This kiss lasted a long time.

Until both of them were breathless.

After a short while, there was a commotion from upstairs.

It was probably Darrin and Anderson, who had finished setting up the

home security system. Anderson excitedly went downstairs, saying, “It's

so cool. We've set up a three-layer firewall here, it's invincible. No one

can break in."

Passing by the second floor, Anderson saw the door open and rushed

in.

"Dad, Mommy, I've connected the security system to your phones. You

can check the situation at home anytime. Once there's any movement,

your phones will sound the alarm first."

Luther was still pressing down on Joyce when he saw Anderson come

in. Instead of letting go, he turned over and hugged Joyce, continuing

to lie down, and waved at Anderson.

"Come here, are you tired? Do you want to rest for a while?"

He didn't have anything to hide in front of his son. During the period

when he was often away from home, Anderson must have felt uneasy.

For a child, the cold treatment from his father to his mother was an

invisible harm.

Likewise, a father's love for his mother was the best family education

for a child.

He hugged Joyce and, in front of Anderson, repeatedly kissed her

cheek.

Joyce turned away, feeling a little embarrassed. "Don't do this in front of

the child. It's not good.”

"What's the problem? He has seen it before," he chuckled softly, and

boldly kissed her lips, finally feeling some sense of reality after missing

her for so long.

Joyce gasped for breath and finally pushed him away.

Anderson hopped onto the big bed. "I'm really tired. Did you both rest

just now, or have you already woken up?"

Joyce gently touched Anderson's head. "We"Just woke up," she

replied.

Luther got up and gave them space on the bed. “You guys sleep. I'll go

prepare some food for you. When you wake up, we can have some

snacks."

"Okay," Anderson said, lying down in Joyce's embrace.

Joyce hugged Anderson, feeling particularly at ease. This time,

Anderson didn't show any fear. After experiencing a kidnapping and the

recent explosion, fortunately, it didn't leave a deep psychological impact

on him.

Anderson was really tired and suddenly felt sleepy. He curled up in

Joyce's arms and quickly fell asleep.

Joyce gently stroked his back, relieved that Anderson was fine. She

couldn't help but feel guilty when she thought about Vicki, who was

currently missing. She held Anderson even tighter, realizing that she

couldn't afford to lose anyone else. Alisha, Anderson, the child in her

womb, and Luther-they were all important to her.

Now, Alisha should have returned to the warlord's residence with

Cecelia. She wondered if Alisha had woken up yet and how she would

react. It was a completely unfamiliar environment, and Alisha might be

scared. But with Cecelia there, she shouldn't have to worry.

Lost in her thoughts, Joyce grew tired and sleepy, and soon she

entered the realm of dreams.

When she woke up, it was already dark outside. Joyce was surprised

and instinctively looked at the clock. It was already 7 p. m.

She must have been so tired that she slept for so long without realizing

it.

Next to her, Anderson sensed the movement and woke up as well.

"Mummy, it's already dark. I'm so hungry!" Anderson sat up, turning on

the light.

Joyce gently patted his back. “I'm hungry too. The meal should be

ready by now. You can go downstairs and eat.”

"Mummy, I'll bring you something to eat,” Anderson offered thoughtfully.

Just as he said that, Luther pushed the door open. He had heard the

commotion downstairs. Seeing that they were awake, he smiled and

said, "You're both awake. Let's have dinner.”

Anderson said, "I was about to bring something for Mummy. Mummy

can't get out of bed."

Luther approached them. "Who said that? I'll carry her downstairs.”

With that, he walked over, lifted Joyce from the bed, and carried her to

the door, then all the way downstairs to the dining room.

There was a table full of dishes, not snacks, but a sumptuous dinner.

Steak, codfish, drunken shrimp with lemon, grilled eel, seafood congee-

everything Anderson loved to eat was there.

Anderson happily sat down. “What a feast! Let's dig in!"

He picked up his fork and took a piece of steak, stuffing his mouth full.

"Put me down. I can walk," Joyce felt a little embarrassed because

Darrin was also in the living room. “The doctor's orders weren't

absolute. Normal activities are fine."

"I just wanted to carry you," Luther placed her on a chair and gently

nibbled her earlobe.

Joyce turned her face away, her cheeks heating up.

Darrin stood not far away, looking at the scene and feeling a sense of

peace. He hoped that this calm and peaceful days could last a little

longer.