Chapter 295

“That's right." He replied.

"Cut the all-copper bare wire." She said calmly.

Luther did as he was told without hesitation.

The time bomb did not move and the monitor was still counting down.

His heart sank again as he waited for Joyce to open her mouth before

he could continue with the steps.

However, Joyce did not speak again.

She was silent for a moment.

Until he prodded anxiously, "What's wrong? Eight minutes left, what do

I need to do.”

Under the dark night, Joyce slightly lowered her head, hiding her

gloomy look, she took a deep breath, "Now, you listen to me. This

bomb is extremely tricky, I probably know what type it is. Only foreign

terrorists would use it. Even if a bomb disposal expert comes in person,

there is no way to safely defuse it, you have to gamble this time and

choose one from the lines."

"What does that mean?" Luther's heart went cold to the bottom. Just

then he was sweating with nervous heat, but now he was sweating and

felt cold. It was such a torment.

“The person who designed this bomb ended up with a random line, and

no one knows whether it's the red one or the blue one. Cut either one

and it makes no difference. It all depends on fate, and you get a 50-50

chance. So, you give me the scissors. There are seven minutes left,

you just hurry up and get as far away from me as you can.”

Joyce finished calmly, she looked up slyly, her eyes shining through.

Her eyes were crystal clear and bright, and he could not help but think

of the pure water drops that were about to fall off the eaves when it

rained.

Beautiful bleakness.

She smiled straight away and without hesitation, she snatched the

scissors from Luther's hand.

"Even a real couple won't have to die together like this. What's more,

you and I are just a fake couple. Go now, it will be too late if you don't

leave. My own life, I'll bet on it myself."

With that, she grimaced and straightened to push Luther away.

Luther did not move, but suddenly held Joyce's hand. Although his

palm was cold and his hand was trembling, he looked so determined.

“I'm not leaving."

"Are you crazy? This might kill you. There's only a 50-50 chance of

survival. You are the high and mighty president of R&S, why would you

put your life on the line for me. I'm just an orphan girl, with no ties in the

world. If I unfortunately die, I just hope you will continue to pursue the

truth and make sure to find out who killed Grandma and completely

clear my name."

Joyce, as if giving her last words, pushed Luther away with all her

might, “No more delays, three minutes left! Go! Go!"

“I'm not leaving."

Luther suddenly took Joyce into his arms and held her tighter and

tighter, "I will never let go. In the end, it's because of me that you've

suffered all these hardships.”

He tilted his head and kissed her gently on the cheek, and then again

on the lips.

Their four lips pressed together, each trembling slightly.

It wasn't just a kiss, it was more like an early goodbye.

The unknown future, no one could know how it would be like.

Time ticked away, second by second.

Joyce's eyes were moist, her voice choked, she did not think that at

such a moment, Luther would choose to stay with her, he could clearly

retreat in one piece.

"Come on, it's less than a minute.”

By the end of her speech, she was sobbing uncontrollably. She knew it

was too late. It was too late ...

He brought the scissors closer between the red and blue lines and said

softly in her ear, "Blue line, red line, let's gamble together. Win and live

together, lose and die together."