Chapter 298

There was no choice.

He carried Joyce out of the lake and laid his jacket on the flat grass

next to the boulders at the edge of lake.

Then, he carried Joyce there.

Earlier, he placed the flashlight on the boulder at the edge of the lake,

and the light shooting out was ghostly shining on the sparkling lake.

And right now, Joyce was lying flat on the clean grass, nearly in a

coma.

She was curled up like a newborn baby, but not peacefully, her body

spasming every now and then.

Suddenly, as if she had reached the limit of endurance, she whimpered

with difficulty, "So hot, hot ..."

Even the wind had stopped.

The faint light of the flashlight outlined the soft curves of her body. Her

cheeks were tinged with hues, against the snow-white face. She looked

stunningly beautiful.

"Joyce, Joyce," he called her twice in a low voice.

She, on the other hand, was no longer responding. He knew he

couldn't wait any longer, he had to possess her and help her release

the toxicity of the drug. Otherwise, she would die from it.

Even if she was not in her right mind now, he could only do so.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, so quiet that he could only

hear his own breathing, increasingly rapid, and his heartbeat was

accelerating, slamming up and down in an uncontrollable and

disorderly manner.

He slowly leaned down and enveloped her beneath himself as he

gently stroked her cheek as if treating a precious treasure.

Lingering kisses fell gently. He carefully filled her and possessed her

with the utmost tenderness.

And he had no idea how long it took.

Until, the sky in the east had been tinged with the white of the fish belly,

and the surroundings began to light up a bit.

And that wonderful night only finally stopped...

He propped his hands on the side of her neck, and it took so long

before his violent heartbeat, and rapid breathing finally calmed down.

She just felt too good to be true, even gave him a feeling of unreality,

as if the whole night was just a beautiful dream.

Even at this moment, looking at her flushed and faded face, he could

not believe that he had truly possessed her.

He touched her forehead and her cheeks, which were no longer hot.

The effect of the medicine had obviously worn off completely.

She lay peacefully on the grass and suddenly her body moved,

contentedly, with a soft sigh of comfort.

Dawn was just around the corner.

Luther took the lead in putting on his own clothes, and then he sat up,

sat Joyce in his arms, and then put her clothes back on one by one.

Despite the slight movement, she woke up when he was buttoning her

dress.

The morning air in the mountains was incomparably fresh. She took a

deep breath, as if to take the refreshing coolness into her lungs.

She slowly opened her eyes, and before her eyes, Luther's magnified

handsome face came into view.

The handsome chisled face, sexy thin lips, were all so close. Although

he looked somewhat tired, it in no way reduced his handsomeness, and

she even found it hard to take her eyes off him.

She found him dressing her, buttoning her chest.

She subconsciously grabbed her collar, “I'll do it myself." Her voice was

a little hoarse and her vocal cords were fatigued and not smooth. Did

she experience something last night? That made her voice hoarse from

all the screaming?

Luther looked up slightly and glanced at her, not answering, but his

hands never stopped.

Joyce looked around, they were at the edge of a small lake, with

boulders behind them, his jacket spread on the ground, crumpled as if

something drastic had happened on it.