Chapter 69

Chapter 69

The following day.

The main residence of the Warner family.

It was dawn and the sun was going up slowly.

Joyce woke up in Luther's arms.

She slept so well last night that she couldn't remember exactly how

many dreams she had, but they were all

good anyway.

When she opened her eyes, she found her arms wrapped around a

strong, warm body, and when she looked

up, it was Luther, who was now lying against the back of the bed, deep

in his sleep.

Looking down, she found her legs hanging off his body as well.

She was so frightened that she retracted her legs and drew her hands

back.

Last night she felt a bout of coldness on her body when she was

asleep, only to feel a little bit warmer later.

It turned out that she was actually holding him for the night.

Luther was awakened by Joyce's movement.

When he woke up and tried to move, he found that his whole body was

stiff. And he could hardly move his

neck could hardly.

Damn, he cursed.

Joyce took off the ice pack that was still on her forehead and saw a

small refrigerator at the end of her bed

with her medication neatly arranged.

It was instantly clear that he had been the one taking care of her last

night.

She bit her lower lip lightly, “Thank you for taking care of me for the

night.”

Luther moved his joints and reached up to brush her forehead. It was

still a little hot, but not as hot as it

had been last night.

"Good to know.’ He gave her a blank look and lifted the covers to get

up.

He handed the bedside ear temperature gun to Joyce, "Take your

temperature. Jamie explained last night

that if it's still forty degrees in the morning, you have to go to the

hospital for oxygen treatment.”

Joyce took the ear temperature gun, placed it in her ear, and took her

temperature, “38.2, I feel much better,

I don't need to go to the hospital.”

“The pills are at the bedside, take two of each, four times a day.’ He

pointed at the bottle of pills at the

bedside, "Don't go to work this week, I'll call Casey later about it."

"A week?" Joyce whispered, “I can go to work tomorrow, there are still a

lot of design details left to deal

with."

"You have aspiration pneumonia, you think it's the common cold? Get

some rest, unless you want to get

fired." Luther said coldly. This woman was too uncaring of her body.

Aspiration pneumonia, no wonder she was having such a hard time.

He had a hard look on his face.

She also stopped talking.

The atmosphere between the two always felt awkward.

Luther simply turned around and went into the bathroom. She slept on

his arm all night, and he felt stiff and

sore now. He needed a good hot bath.

Not having to go to work, Joyce simply lay back in bed, took her

medication according to the instruction,

and continued to catch up on her sleep.

Dazed and confused, she heard her phone vibrate and ring.

She closed her eyes fumbling around, and finally got her phone after a

while. She did not look at it, and

crossed her fingers to answer the call.

"Hello, what can I do for you, please." Her voice was full of fatigue.

"Uh." On the other end of the line, Mathew thought he had dialed the

wrong number. After confirming that it

was correct, he asked cautiously, “I'm looking for Luther."

Joyce then realized that what she was holding was actually Luther's

cell phone.

The room was quiet, so quiet that she could clearly hear the sound of

water splashing in the bathroom.

So she replied, "He's in a shower, you can call again later.’

She yawned, hung up the phone, and went back to sleep.

On the other end of the phone, Mathew was so surprised that he

couldn't keep his mouth shut. Such spicy

news so early in the morning? Joyce was too tired even to talk and the

other was in the shower. The ascetic Luther

finally got the hang of it? Since the two had been so intimate now,

what's the investigation? He did not even bother to say what he found

out.

Joyce was dazed and didn't know how long she had slept.

Finally woken up by hunger, she got up and washed up and then

changed into another pinky pajamas.

Because she was still having a fever and she still felt cold, she put on

another camisole.

She opened the door to her room and went downstairs.

Downstairs, she could see Luther from afar, who was sitting in the

dining room at the marble table. He was having breakfast and watching

the news on his phone.