Chapter 242

Joyce and Luther returned to their residence in the city from their

private cemetery.

After entering the residence, Joyce was finally relieved. It was just such

a nightmare to be surrounded by the media frenzy.

She leaned weakly against the wall and took off her shoes while

breathing a long sigh of relief.

Suddenly, she felt a tug on her back, followed by a burst of hot, stinging

pain.

She hurriedly stood up straight, not daring to lean her back against the

wall again. When she was surrounded by reporters just now, one of

them pulled her behind, causing her wound to crack again. Before she

was too nervous to feel pain, but now after she relaxed both physically

and mentally, the pain was literally killing her.

Luther caught a glimpse of Joyce frowning and biting her lower lip

lightly, and he knew what happened from her stoic expression and stiff

body.

He jerked Joyce up in his arms and strode towards the second-floor

room.

Joyce only had time to whimper. She was already carried into the room

and placed on the soft bed.

“Is it the wound? Let me see it." As Luther spoke, he had taken off her

black shirt.

"Hey, you!" Joyce was already powerless to stop it. Now he had almost

gotten used to taking off her clothes, and he didn’t even bother to ask

her about her opinion.

His slightly cool fingers, tracing over her soft spine, stroked around her

wound, “Luckily, it's only cracked in one place. The rest of it is

recovering well, Jamie's wound medicine does work very well."

He said, he took out the iodine disinfectant, gauze, and wound

medicine from the bedside table.

Then, he dipped a cotton swab into iodine volts, carefully disinfected

her wound, and then reapplied the ointment.

The ointment was cool and refreshing, and his movements were gentle

and slow. It was so comfortable that she couldn't help but whimper.

Maybe she was tired after being surrounded by all the reporters in the

morning, or maybe it was because the pain of the wound was relieved,

she felt relaxed all over.

Surprisingly, she fell asleep under his gentle touch.

Take a nap...

Joyce woke up with a start. Damn it, she was asleep!

She still had important things to do, and she hurriedly looked up at the

time on her bedside table.

Fortunately, there was still time and she felt relieved. She was almost

late for something important.

"Awake?"

In the room, came the faint magnetic voice of Luther.

She turned her head to look over, only to see his entire body sunken on

the sofa. The curtains were half-close, and it was still raining outside.

The bright light was reflected on his profoundly contoured handsome

face, making it more chiseled and perfect.

On his long, slender lap rested a slim laptop.

“You're dealing with work?" Joyce couldn't help but ask when she saw

his serious and rigorous look. Could it be that, after she fell asleep, he

had been in the room with her? Such a feeling was strange.

"Hmm. Almost done." He typed quickly on the keyboard with his long

fingers, quickly ending the task at hand and closing the computer.

"Help me dress my wound, I need to go out," Joyce said.

Luther stood up from the sofa, walked to the bedside, knocked the back

of her head with his finger, and said with slight annoyance, "You

already went to the funeral this morning, what are you doing running

around instead of sleeping properly? Do you still want to be surrounded

by all those reporters?"

“No, I really have something important to do." Joyce frowned lightly and

rubbed the back of her head. Really, he was lecturing her like a child.

"What's that? What is more important than your wound? Stay at home

and wait for the wound to heal before you get out of bed.” He snorted

lightly in dissatisfaction.