Chapter 742

His fingers were cold, without any warmth.

This unintentional touch made Joyce's body shake, as if electrocuted.

She did not want to have any more physical contact with him. Today at

the airport it was just an accident.

She sharply retracted her hand.

At this time, the elevator suddenly swayed a bit. She was wearing a

new pair of high heels and she was not quite used to it. Due to the

shaking just now, she could not stand still, and even one of the high

heels slipped off her foot, and she fell entirely over to Luther.

She fell into his arms again, just in time.

Luther, out of instinct, once again took her in his arms.

If today in the airport, he simple held her up under panic.

It was something completely different this time. His hands went through

her arms and wrapped around her waist, and her face was so close to

his neck. The familiar feeling came again. He had dreamed about it for

so many times and he had thought about holding her in his arms in so

many sleepless nights. So could he ever forget about it?

His body remembered it and would never lie to him, just like how his

body had honestly remembered her and wanted her even when he had

lost his memory and forgot about her.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Suddenly, he turned around and snapped her against the wall.

His eyes narrowed as if they were x-ray machines, sweeping up and

down over her body.

"Who are you? Why are you approaching me?"

He was so close to her that they could feel each other's breath. Joyce's

fists were clenched at first, but suddenly she put on a bright smile.

"Approaching you? Oh, if you think so.”

After saying that, she suddenly grabbed his wrist, and with a beautiful

reverse takedown, directly shook off his grip.

She was not what she used to be. After she had recovered from her

childbirth, she has spent three full years practicing karate to make up

for her former weakness in close combat.

Now, no one could easily subdue her anymore.

Luther, caught off guard, was thrown off her feet and took a few steps

back until his spine hit against the cold elevator wall.

"Ding!"

The elevator door then opened up.

They had got to the top floor.

Joyce did not want to stay any longer with him. She put the high heel

back on and just stepped into the corridor.

Just now, Luther was thunderstruck by what she said.

“If you say so."

The familiar words, the cold and arrogant expression, the disdainful

tone... She sounded simply the same as Joyce.

It's so similar... It's almost too similar...

Luther hurriedly stepped out of the elevator before the doors closed.

In front of his eyes, not far away, she had swiped her card to enter the

VIP suite.

And his presidential suite was at the end of the corridor.

He stood in the empty corridor, and suddenly, the powerless emptiness

hit him again. What's wrong with him? He's lost his mind again and

again today. It's obvious that it's just a woman with a similar back, but

he had doubts again and again.

He must have become sick because of his longing and his sickness

had become more and more severe.

It's all going crazy.

The woman just now was quite agile and seemed to have practice

karate for quite some time.

And Joyce couldn't do that.

An obsecure disappointment welled up in him and he walked to his

presidential suite in chagrin.

What was wrong with him today?