Chapter 828
You Hit My Heart
Damn.
In fact, he should have thought of it. Otis had almost forced Joyce to
drink that glass of red wine, so it was impossible that there was nothing
wrong with it.
Now, he was getting hotter and hotter, and his throat was so dry.
It was such a familiar feeling.
It took him back to the night more than four years ago when he was
drugged, chased down and forced to fall into a river. At that time, Joyce
used a boomerang dart to drive off the killer and save him with her
virginity.
The same burning sensation... He was feeling like he was burning all
over and all his cells were about to explode.
Just, it shouldn't be like that.
Otis was very sophisticated and did not seem to be that impatient. How
could he put aphrodisiac in the wine?
Damn, it's a good thing she didnât drink that wine.
He felt dizzy in his head and he was a little unsteady on his feet. His
back was leaning against the rapidly rising elevator, which made him
even more dizzy and uncomfortable. Every second was such a torture
to him.
He kept looking at the floor number, and waited anxiously before they
got to the top floor.
Joyce found that he was more and more strange. His sculpture like
perfect cheeks were now tinged with scarlet, and his already good-
looking face was even more sexy and charming. His forehead was
covered with thin sweat, and his thin lips were slightly open, gently
gasping for breath.
Could red wine even be that strong?
At this time, the elevator stopped with a "Ding".
The elevator then opened up.
"Do you want me to help you back to your room?" Joyce asked kindly.
After all, he drank so much only because he wanted to take her away
from Otisâ box.
Luther took a step out of the elevator and waved his hand at her, "No,
you hurry back to your room, and leave me here."
What was left of his sanity told him that he'd better be alone for the time
being.
"But, you don't look like you're feeling well? Should I help you get some
medicine?" She wasn't quite sure, but obviously he looked out of sorts
and was walking with an unsteady gait.
"No need. You should just go back now." He almost growled out, and
his tone full of impatience.
He was feeling so hot all over, and an inexplicable frenzy flooded, or
almost overwhelmed, him.
He was just about to lost control of himself.
Joyce could see that he was angry.
"Okay, call me if you need anything." Joyce had just walked to the door
of her room and she took out her room card and swiped it.
The door opened.
She muttered in her mind. What an unreasonable man. She must have
been out of her mind to be so kind to ask him.
Did he still think she was coming to him just for money? What an
unpredictable man.
If he insisted that he would not need her help, then it's fine. She could
go to her room and take a rest by herself.
As she walked into the room and closed the door behind her.
Suddenly, the door of the room was held firmly by a hand and flung
open with great force immediately afterwards.
The next moment, before she could even have the time to understand
what had happened...
"Bang!"
Her entire body had been pinned hard against the wall by Luther, her
back pressed against the cold marble, and the man in front of her felt
even hotter than fire.
"What the hell are you..."
She could not finish her words, and he suddenly lowered his head, and
covered her slightly open red lips with his hot lips.
He had lost control, completely. The moment she was about to close
the door, he suddenly lost control of himself and pushed the door open
and barged into her room. His tall, lean body pressed her against the
wall.
At this moment, his body and mind were blazing like fire, and even his
consciousness was beginning to get blurry. His mouth was dry, and the
heat was unbearable.
And her sweet lips and tongue seemed to be the best antidote.
He kept kissing her deeply, drawing from her the antidote he so
desperately wanted.
The moment he kissed her, it was as if he had traveled back in time. It
was her. It was her! It was Joyce.
The familiar kiss. The familiar taste. It could never be wrong.
He remembered how it felt when he kissed her, and every kiss they had
had been clearly and firmly etched in his mind.