Chapter 834

Joyce bought so many things that she felt like she could barely hold

them in her hand.

She was worried that the soy milk in her hand would spill all over, and

when she saw Kane coming, she quickly said, "Quick, help me with

this.”

Kane gave Luther a stern look and turned to help Joyce with her things.

“You just take the one on my left hand, I'll take the rest myself."

As Joyce walked to the door of the room, she noticed that Luther must

have taken a shower, and he was leaning against the wall in a

bathrobe.

She finally understood why Kane looked so pale.

"Ah, Kane. Mr. Warner is here just to ... just to ..." Suddenly, she found

herself unable to find a suitable reason for why Luther had appeared in

her room in the morning and had taken a damn shower.

Hell, did she ever tell him to take a shower in her room? Couldn't he go

back to his own room?

"Well, Mr. Warner happens to stay on the same floor of the hotel as

well. We are ... we are just going to have breakfast together ...” Joyce

explained, even though she thought it did not make sense at all.

It simply made her more suspicious.

Luther took the packing box from her hand and deliberately said, "You

have run out of body wash, and why did you not ask the front desk to

bring it to you?"

Joyce's face darkened.

He did it on purpose, didn't he? He just wanted to make her look

awkward. She was trying desperately to explain it away. She wanted to

say that he had taken the shower in his own room and was here just for

breakfast.

But he deliberately wanted to tell all the people that he actually took a

bath in her room!

What a strange man!

Naturally, Kane looked even worse now. He looked furious.

Walking into the living room in the suite, Kane opened the packing

boxes one by one, took everything out and put them on the coffee

table.

Luther also handed the packing boxes in his hand to Kane and

instructed, "Take them all out.”

“You.” Kane looked up at him. It only made sense if Joyce told him

what to do, but why was even Luther commanding him?

He was sulking, but his hands were still working.

"Sister, you bought so many things. Can you really finish them?" Kane

frowned. This was indeed too much. She had almost bought everything

she could.

"If any of these should be left over, I promise someone would be in

really serious trouble.”

Joyce gave Luther a blank look.

Damn man! He just could not suffer just any little bit and had to make

even just a breakfast so complicated.

Luther sat down on the sofa, took out a pair of chopsticks and handed a

shrimp dumpling to Joyce, feeding it directly to her lips.

"Eat up, you should be hungry too."

Joyce was stunned. What was he doing?

Was he feeding her? Could he not see that she had her own hands?

She wanted to refuse, but when she opened her mouth, the shrimp

dumplings were shoved in directly.

Her cheeks were stuffed into a bulge, and she couldn't get a word out.

She could only be forced to eat it.

This was her favorite, so he still remembered it all.

She suddenly thought of the password to his presidential suite, and got

uncomfortable all over.

While Luther was having his breakfast, Kane was sitting on the sofa.

He got up and made her a cup of tea and brought it over.

"Sister, what happened last night and what did Otis say?"

"Oh, the contract is signed.”

Joyce picked up the contract which she had casually left on the sofa

last night, and handed it to Kane, "I read it carefully. The contract is

very strict and I didn’t find anything nothing wrong with it."