Chapter 415

She hatefully picked up her phone and replied quickly.

"Dream on, go back to your house and live there!"

Soon, Luther replied to the text message.

"You're going home? Yes, I'll have Aaron go to Eden Apartment and

pack your things up."

Joyce's eyes stared straight when she received the message. Then she

took another look at the message she just sent, "Dream on, go back to

your house and live there!" There was indeed ambiguity and it was not

clear.

She replied to the message in a hurry, “I mean, you should go back to

your own house and live there! I'm not going to buy you anything, don't

dream!"

She double-checked it again, made sure there was no ambiguity this

time, and sent it out.

Luther replied almost in seconds.

"Got it, I'l have Aaron go get them and bring them all over.”

Joyce was completely speechless, did he not understand human

language? Or did he just ignore the first half of her message? It was

already outrageous enough that he was just entering her apartment,

but now he had to ask Aaron to deliver his things to move in and make

everyone know about it?

In a couple of days, would he even have to ask someone to move his

furniture in? Like he was actually living there? It's unbelievable!

She didn't want anyone else to know.

It would be better if she went and bought things for him herself.

She gritted her teeth and picked up her phone, angrily tapping the

screen and typing in a string of messages, "Forget it, I'll go buy it

myself.”

This time, Luther replied with a love emoji.

After putting the phone down, she felt full of resentment and anger with

no place to vent it, and she was all awake now! It worked better than

the espresso.

It was clear that they were getting divorced, but now she was more and

more confused about what Luther was doing. Did he want to keep her

around as a mistress? He didn't even mind that she was pregnant with

"someone else's" child?

The most crucial thing was that in this regard, she was powerless to

resist and could only let him do whatever he wanted.

Juanita stayed by Joyce's side, waiting for Joyce to finish her message,

and she asked, "What's wrong? You don't look right. What do I need to

do?"

Joyce suddenly looked up and asked, "Juanita, I want to get some

crash course, taekwondo? Judo? Or sparring? Boxing? Which one do

you think is more practical?" Although she is good at shooting and she

was not at all weak in terms of strength. But after all, she had not

practiced grappling and fighting, and was no match for Luther, and was

caught defenseless by him in bed.

Juanita was stunned, “What, you want to practice self-defense? Afraid

that someone will assassinate you again?" It's true, Joyce had been

attacked several times, she should learn to protect herself. However, it

seemed unlikely to be a quick fix.

"Well, sort of. Which one to practice so you can beat the men." Joyce

nodded. In fact, the person she had to defend herself against was

Luther, not the outlaw.

"I really understand this aspect. I think sparring is the most practical.

After learning it, even a girl can take down two men. But of course,

those two men should not have practiced fighting. If the other party is

also well practiced, it will be difficult. So, once I heard that, I didn't

bother to learn. Heh-heh." Juanita said.

"So..."

Joyce thought to herself, "Luther must have been practicing quite a lot,

and his rank must be very high. Back in Hill Benjamin she had seen

him fighting the men in black. He alone could deal with several at the

same time, not a problem. If so, even if she learned sparring now,

practicing it for a decade or eight years, she would not be his opponent.

Hell, the more she thought about it, the more depressed she became.