Chapter 350

Juanita thought to herself that Joyce must have worked all night last

night.

She got up early to buy breakfast and came early to their office on the

12th floor.

The door to the lounge was closed, so she opened it without thinking

and went in.

But what she saw did surprise her.

Her boss was now sitting on the bed with his back against the pillow

and his arms around Joyce, while Joyce rested her head on the slightly

open chest of her boss, and her hand had even reached into his shirt.

What a heartwarming ... and ambiguous scene...

Juanita couldn't help but scream out.

Then, she hurriedly covered her mouth and looked around. Fortunately

she came early and there was no one else in the office.

Luther was already very alert in his sleep, and the moment he heard

the movement, he immediately opened his eyes.

He subconsciously narrowed his eyes and shot straight at Juanita with

displeasure.

The arms instinctively hold Joyce more tightly, like he was protecting

her.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Juanita was shocked by Luther's harsh gaze, and

she apologized repeatedly, "Boss, I didn't mean to!"

After saying that, she hurriedly put the sandwich in her hand on the

floor, "Breakfast on the floor, I'll go out first, sorry, boss, sorry."

She hurriedly exited and closed the door behind her.

A long sigh of relief. Fortunately the two of them were fully clothed, so

she did not see any inappropriate scenes. But it was certainly not her

fault, who would have thought that the president of the R&S Group

would sleep in a tiny lounge.

Joyce was awakened by Juanita's screams, but she was too sleepy to

wake up and didn't want to open her eyes.

But why did it feel so strange underneath her? She seemed to be

sleeping on something?

And, her hand was touching something that felt hard, and she closed

her eyes and touched it again, and it was flexible.

“I can't guarantee anything if you keep moving around.”

A low warning came from a voice that was both magnetic and familiar.

It was Luther's voice. Joyce was startled and she instantly sobered up.

Her beautiful eyes widened and she looked incredulously at the

handsome face in front of her, turning her head to look around. It was

obvious they were in the lounge.

However, she clearly remembered that Luther left last night, and finally

she finished her drawing and fell asleep directly on the table.

When did she even sleep in the lounge? Also, why was Luther here?

And, she was sleeping on top of him?

Could it be that the two of them slept here last night?

"Get your hands off me!" Luther's handsome face did not look good,

and he was holding back so hard.

It was late already, and her colleagues would all come to work. Even if

he wanted her again, he understood that he could not do that, and he

could only try to hold back with gritted teeth.

However, even if he had a strong determination, he could not withstand

her unconscious flirtation, too seductive.

He had even envisioned countless times in his mind, about having her

right on the spot.

Joyce was reminded by him, only to realize that her hand was placed in

the wrong place.

As if she was electrocuted, she hurriedly removed her hand and sat up.

"How did you get to sleep here?"

"Why not?" His long, slender legs crossed from the bed to the floor.

A few of the buttons of his shirt had been off after the night. He reached

out, and buttoned them up one by one, with his usual elegant and

charming movements.

"You!"

Joyce was furious. She worked overtime originally to avoid him, but did

not expect that he would take advantage of her and slept with her in

such a tiny room.