Chapter 440

Joyce?

Luther had a momentary lapse of concentration when he saw Joyce.

His memory of Joyce was still all about his fake marriage to her,

Justin's disappearance from St. Maria Hospital, and Joyce's drunken

slap in his face when she returned to the Warner residence.

What happened after that, he could not remember at all.

Just now he cursorily looked through the news. The more he looked,

the more shocked he was.

Joyce was awarded the "Khebury Shining Star” for her bravery in

saving a life; his grandmother died unexpectedly, the truth unknown,

and before she died, she rewrote her will and said that half of her

shares should be inherited by Joyce; Joyce was imprisoned on

suspicion of murder, but was later released after proving her innocence;

Joyce was kidnapped and perhaps killed; Joyce's pregnancy was

revealed in public at a party to celebrate her becoming a director, and

the father of the child was the Henderson family's son Justin ...

All these were all beyond his imagination.

And before his eyes, Joyce came to his VIP ward with a bouquet of

flowers in her hands.

He looked at her indifferently, her appearance and temperament had

changed considerably from the initial impression he had of her. Her

delicate chiseled facial features were cooler than before, her obsidian

eyes now had more depth, the youthfulness of a young girl in her

temperament had somewhat disappeared and now she was more

mature and rounded. She was always stunning, and now she had a

fatal attraction.

Joyce called Luther a week ago when he bought Eden Apartment and

became her new landlord, but Charlotte was the one who answered the

phone. After she hung up, she threw away all the things she had

bought for him and locked the door to prevent Luther from coming back

to Eden Apartment.

Unexpectedly, Luther did not come to Eden Apartment that night, nor

did he call her again.

She couldn't tell if she was inexplicably disappointed or just grateful,

and felt strange inside her heart.

The next day, she came to work at R&S Group headquarters, only to

hear that Luther had been in a car accident outside of Clarenworth and

had been in a coma.

She was more or less guilty, besides being shocked.

She wondered if Luther was distracted by her emotionally when he

drove, and thus had an accident.

She had visited Luther twice since he was transferred back to St. Maria

Hospital by Casey, but he hadn't woken up and was still in a coma.

A few moments ago, Aaron called to tell her that Luther had woken up.

She hesitated, but finally decided to pay him a visit; a brief one would

do, she thought. She figured that he wouldn't be lacking for anything,

so she bought a bouquet of gladiolus and calla lily at the florist.

She hadn't expected that her cell phone would ring abruptly just as she

approached the door of the VIP room, but it was Luther calling her.

She did not answer, but pushed the door directly to enter.

In front of her, Luther was wearing a pure white gown, sitting upright on

the sofa. He obviously combed, neat and clean. His handsome face

was a little pale, his thin lips was now bloodless, and he looked a little

thinner, but he looked just the same otherwise.

No, he was a little different from the past. His expression, his eyes, his

posture were all a little different, was it her illusion?

The way he looked at her changed, and she could feel the strangeness,

distance, and coldness. She couldn't understand what he had been

thinking, but it seemed like he was judging her.

Joyce slowly walked in, the atmosphere in the room was a bit stagnant,

she placed the bouquet on the coffee table and spoke first, "You were

just calling my phone, what a coincidence, something for me?"

“It's okay."

Luther responded indifferently.

He never dreamed that it would be Joyce's phone number. How could

he have noted Joyce's name as "wifey" in his phone? What had

happened during this time?