Chapter 413

Joyce mentally lamented that right now she was only wrapped in a bath

towel, with nothing underneath.

And with him holding her like that, she couldn't even imagine what the

consequences would be.

“If you want to sleep, why don't you go home and sleep? Isn't your bed

at home more comfortable than this one?" She scolded in a low voice.

“It's not good to sleep alone. Don't talk, I'm tired, let me sleep.”

The sturdy body, radiating a temperature that seemed to set her on fire

completely.

"What does it matter to me if you sleep well or not. If you don't leave

now, I'll call the police.” She went hard to get rid of his confining palm.

Suddenly, his big palm loosened, but not to release her, but to fumble

along the bath towel on her body.

"What is this thing, it's so in the way." He jerked hard and pulled out the

bath towel wrapped around her body directly, and threw it on the

ground casually, "Well, it's much more comfortable now. You call the

police, the police will care about the affairs between husband and wife?

How about you call Karl?"

After saying that, his hot body pressed even closer to her, looking for a

position that made him extremely comfortable, and went back to sleep.

How dare him ask her to call Karl? She was almost out of breath!

Now, she was naked. Although he was wearing clothes, with such zero-

distance contact, her cheeks burned all the way to the ears, heart

thumping.

Just now, she dared to push him back, but now she was at a loss for

words and did not even dare to move.

His hands were in places they shouldn't be.

Her mind was a mess, sleepy and tired, but she didn't dare to sleep.

“Let me get up, I'll sleep on the couch all right?"

"Don't."

“Let go of me and at least let me go put on my pajamas."

As if sensing what she was thinking, he adjusted his sleeping position

and took her whole body into his arms.

His voice was incredibly soft, "I know what you're worried about. Don't

worry, I'm very sleepy now, I won't touch you tonight. Besides, if I really

wanted to, what difference does it make what you wear or don't wear?"

Joyce was speechless, "..."

"Don't move, just sleep.” He coaxed lowly in her ear.

It didn't take long for the sound of his even breathing to come from

beside her.

It seemed that he was indeed extremely tired and exhausted and fell

asleep so quickly. However, although he fell asleep, the arm that

confined her did not relax at all.

A strong tiredness came over her, exhausted, she could not afford to

continue fighting him, nor could she stay up.

Finally, she drifted off to sleep in his arms.

The next day, the sun was shining brightly outside.

In the narrow but cozy room, the red-golden morning sun shone

through the cracks in the curtains and on the tiny single bed with the

two people sleeping in each other's arms.

Joyce was the first to wake up.

She opened her hazy sleepy eyes, and the scene in front of her eyes

gradually got clear. This sleep was really comfortable, and it completely

relieved her fatigue.

When she tried to stretch her limbs, she realized she couldn't move.

At the same time she finally realized something... Damn it, Luther was

still clinging to her! Memories of last night came flooding back and she

remembered, this shameless cheeky man, sneaked in and slept in her

bed last night!

And at the moment, he's even sleeping with a harmless face.

She was instantly ignited with anger and just wanted to kick him away

with force.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open.

The deep black eyes, shooting the sharp light straight out at her, were

like locked at her, and she felt nervous because of his gaze. She forgot

what she had wanted to say, and even forgot to breathe.

The next second, the man fiercely turned her over, and pinned her

down underneath...