Chapter 473

"What's wrong with you? You always like to come to my houses in the

middle of the night!" Joyce wretchedly got up from the ground, rubbed

her knees, and said annoyedly, "What brought you here today then?"

"Again? I've been here in the middle of the night before?" Luther asked,

completely ignoring her anger and raising an eyebrow.

"..." Joyce was speechless. She didn't want to bring up the past again,

and he couldn't remember anyway.

Somehow, she suddenly thought about the day of Luther's car accident.

After work, in the her office, he wrapped his arms around her and

kissed her deeply, like a goodbye kiss.

And indeed, that night he had a car accident and lost his memory.

Although his life was not in danger, everything was not the same as

before. The memories between him and her, of life and death, were all

reduced to nothing.

When she thought about that lingering and passionate kiss, her cheeks

burned slightly and her eyes were misty.

"Did 1?" Luther's question interrupted her thoughts.

She was snapped awake, and luckily, he didn't notice her loss of

composure. She avoided the question, “What the hell do you want

when you come in the middle of the night?"

“Insomnia, can't sleep alone at home." He returned carelessly. He didn't

feel the least bit guilty about violating her privacy, as if this was his

territory.

"You take pills for insomnia! What are you doing here in my place?"

She was even angrier.

He was unbelievable.

"Sleep." His thin lips spit out a word.

Joyce subconsciously tightened her collar, and her eyes were different.

His words were so blatant ... that one would have to misunderstand.

Luther gave her a blank look, "Don't get the wrong idea. Just you? I'm

not interested.”

Joyce tightened her grip on the collar. Oh, what a liar. Not interested?

Then who was it that had repeatedly violated her.

Luther's eyes were full of contempt, not unlike the contempt he used to

have for her.

He stood up, walked into her room, took off his watch and put it on the

bed. He took off his coat, unbuckled his belt, removed his pants, lay

down directly onto her bed, covered himself with the covers and went to

sleep. He was really tired and didn't pay any more attention to her.

Joyce was dumbfounded, completely unable to understand exactly

what he meant.

Just how would he be her landlord? As a tenant, she had no autonomy

at all and certainly could not evict him. It seemed that she had to find

another place to live as soon as possible. Since he loved to sleep here

so much, why did she not just let him have the entire Eden Apartment

for himself.

Luther lay on the narrow bed, feeling his whole body relaxed. In fact,

since he was discharged from the hospital, he could hardly sleep at

night, and even more so during the day. Even if he took sleeping pills,

he could only take a short nap. His daily headache was so bad, but he

could not think of anything.

He never easily told others about his pain, and that the accident left him

with a headache that extremely affected his sleep.

For days without rest, his spirit had been strained, and his body on the

verge of collapse.

But last night, here with Joyce, he slept soundly and deeply until dawn,

without waking up in the middle of the night. He had not slept so well

for a long time. For example, tonight in his own home, he simply could

not sleep.

He needed to rest, he was tired, and he wanted to sleep well. And this

place seemed to have a magical power, and after tossing and turning at

home all night without any sleep, he wanted to come here for no

reason.

Could it be that he paid a high price for this place because he could

sleep well here?