Chapter 633

"Pop!" A crisp slap sounded abruptly in the room.

Luther was caught off guard, and took a hard slap from Joyce.

He felt hot on his face. Obviously, she did not hit lightly. In addition to

the pain on his face, he felt more shocked in his heart. This damn

woman! She just never failed to surprise him.

Taking advantage of his moment of distraction, she pushed him away.

After the weight of him left her body, she quickly sat up, pulled her

dress up and buttoned it. Her fingers, which kept trembling, could not

fasten a simple button several times.

She could not help but feel upset. Large teardrops kept gushing out

from her bright eyes and slipped down her cheeks like a broken string

of beads.

She did not want to show weakness in front of him, and she was even

less willing to cry in front of him. She raised her hand to wipe her tears,

but the more she wiped, the more teardrops kept flowing down.

Remorse, shame, anger — countless emotions crossed her heart. She

could not forgive herself for her bottomless indulgence, for not resisting

him to the end, and for even enjoying what they did in the end. The last

time, in the office, she did not dare to make a sound because she was

afraid that she might be heard by others and she could only let him

have her silently.

But this time, obviously he humiliated her, ridiculed her, and trampled

on her dignity, why did she finally give up her resistance?

This was terrible.

There was only one reason, deep in her bones, she still cared about

him.

She hadn't really realized that until today, until that moment just now.

Her attitude toward him had begun to change as early as after the Hill

Benjamin kidnapping. He had just entered her heart. She had

developed feelings for him.

That's why she felt overwhelmingly disappointed and sad inside when

she knew he had lost that precious memory.

The reason for her indulgence was because he was literally in his

heart.

The reason for the shame and indignance she was feeling now was

because she was deeply hurt by him.

Even if she didn’t want to admit it, she could not deny the fact that she

felt sad simply because she loved him.

And that slap snapped Luther out of his frenzy.

The euphoria had not yet subsided, and he still could feel the soul-

crushing sensation.

In fact, when he asked her how she felt just now, he didn't mean

anything else. It was simply because he was still immersed in that

pleasure.

And she actually slapped him on his cheek.

This was the second time she slapped him.

This time, to his surprise, he did not feel angry at all. Actually, he had

never seen her cry before.

At the moment, she was shedding tears silently. It was obvious that she

was trying hard to restrain herself. She kept taking deep breaths but

she simply could not control it.

It was as if his heart was stung by the way she looked now, and he felt

like his heart was stabbed by thousands of needles. He never knew

that it could be so heartbreaking just to see a woman crying.

All these years, he loathed women crying the most. His mother

Jacqueline always cried secretly because his grandmother was strong

and domineering, and he felt that she was useless. His sister, because

of her arrogant nature, always cried out because she could never get

enough, and he felt that she was annoying.

That was also why he had no sympathy or empathy when he saw

Charlotte's tears and her fragile weak appearance.