Chapter 784

After she was done, Joyce sat back down, “Is Mr. Warner satisfied? I'll

start eating."

After saying that, she ate up by herself, not bothering to pay attention to

him again.

Because she kept her head down all the time when she was eating,

she didn't see the shocked and complex expressions that alternately

flashed across his face.

Luther kept staring at the shrimp in the bowl, stunned.

She knew that he did not eat onion and garlic. No matter what, it was

very difficult to change a habit. The fact that she just subconsciously

skimmed off the onion, ginger and garlic for him, set off a huge storm in

his heart.

There was excitement, joy, sweetness, and a touch of sourness. She

tried her best to shoot Ricky until the last moment, so she must still

care for him. Even now, she would habitually skim off the onion and

garlic for him. So she remembered! She must still care for him.

Did she still want to deny it?

Could he not be suspicious?

His throat tightened and he tried to question her, but his throat was too

hoarse to make any sound.

He clutched the glass tighter and tighter, his knuckles bulging.

Joyce quickly finished her dinner and she stood up, “I'm done, please

enjoy your meal.”

After saying that, she walked straight to the sofa and sat down to check

her phone.

He had just said that it would take another two hours to dry the carpet

in her room, and now she still had more than an hour left. She would

need to wait a little longer.

She better just check her phone and read some news for a while.

Unexpectedly, after a while, she tilted her head and fell asleep on the

sofa.

It was such a tiring day.

Luther finished his dinner and slowly walked to the couch.

Then he saw that she had fallen asleep, and it was such a scene of

serenity before him.

She seemed tired. Her slightly damp curls cascaded and draped over

the sofa and her long eyelashes fluttered gently. After her bath, she had

changed into a long snow-white dress, her skin glowing with a honey-

colored crystal sheen. Her chest rose and fell along with her even

breathing.

He approached her and stopped when he was so close to her.

He did not expect that she would be so tired that she fell asleep in his

room.

Did this mean that she was not so much on alert with him.

Joyce, it's you?

He felt that his heartbeat was already beyond control, and now, with her

right in front of him, it was the perfect opportunity to find out what was

going on. Should he try to remove her disguise, or take off her blouse

and see if she had any birthmarks on her body.

He could achieve his purpose either way.

He had tested her for a few days, and as he got more and more

suspicions, he felt more and more eager to know the answer.

He reached out his hand, and even his fingertips were shaking. The

truth was close at hand and would soon be revealed.

However, he suddenly stopped his hand when he was about to touch

her.

The slender fingers were frozen in mid-air, trembling. Finally, he

clenched his fingers, tighter and tighter.

Finally, he withdrew his hand.

He did not move any further.

He suddenly flinched. The truth was right in front of him, and he

suddenly flinched.

Even if he knew the truth, so what?

If she was not Joyce, he had been desperate for years, and now the

only hope in his heart was distinguished like this. He really had no idea

how he could pass the long days in the future.

He was afraid, in his heart, that he had the wrong person.

But if she really was Joyce, why didn’t she want to tell him everything?

Was it because he had hurt her too much in the past? She never

wanted to forgive him, or she hated him?

If that's the case, would his rash move today made her hate him even

more and she would stay away from him from now on?