Chapter 878

"Hmm. Not much, a little." Joyce threw herself into Luther's arms.

She staggered and tried to get up.

However, she could feel no strength in her feet, and how strong the

alcohol must be?

"A little?" Luther's handsome eyebrows tangled in annoyance, "Otis

forced you to drink?"

She smelt just like alcohol, and it was by no means just a little?

This woman...

She had just been constantly making troubles. What a troublemaker!

He took the mink shawl in her hand as well as her handbag, put an arm

around her bare shoulders, and helped her towards the car.

He looked around, and luckily no one was there. He didn't want anyone

to see her now.

Her cheeks flushed, and the bewilderment in her eyes even further

added to her sexiness. He simply could not take his eyes off the

woman.

He then opened the door, and carried her into the passenger seat and

fastened her seat belt. Finally he got into the main driver's seat, started

the engine and left the garage.

As if there was an electric current flowing through her limbs, Joyce felt

her head was hot, her body was numb, and her mind was completely

not working.

She felt so dizzy and the burning sensation spread all over her body.

She was so hot, and she couldn't help but tug at her collar to get some

cool air in, and the cool feeling made her give a low sigh in comfort.

When he was driving, Luther caught a glance at the scenery below her

collar and he choked a bit. His heart missed a beat, and he quickly

reached out his hand, and tugged her collar tight.

"Don’t move around.” He said, annoyed.

"Aren’t you hot? You're wearing so much?" Joyce's eyes were misty.

Her long and slender white arm was smoothly put on his shoulder and

hooked his neck, and she climbed over to him entirely.

Luther frowned. How could he even drive when she was like this? It

was simply too dangerous.

“I'm not hot. Sit tight. I'm driving!" He felt helpless and he couldn't bear

to reprimand her.

"How can it not be hot? Obviously, you have sweat on your forehead.”

Joyce narrowed her eyes and stared at his handsome side face, her

fingers gently wiping away the sweat on his forehead.

The movement made Luther gulp uncontrollably a few times.

"Take it off. You must be too hot in it."

She pulled at his suit relentlessly, and she felt hot for him just when she

saw his suit.

He simply had worn too much.

He was speechless.

How could this woman get so crazy when she was drunk!

In the past, Joyce had already got drunk once. She drank his 100,000

pounds worth of Spade A and then she was more than just drunk. She

slapped him on his cheek! And he remembered that clearly.

She kept pestering him, pulling at his clothes, leaving him no peace of

mind to drive.

Helplessly, he had to do as she said and took off his suit jacket and

tossed it aside.

Originally, he was not hot, but after all her intimate, if not flirty, moves,

of course he got so hot! Now, he felt like he was burning all over.

"Well, that's more like it."

Joyce nodded in satisfaction and finally let go of him.

She dropped her head against the backrest pillow, and the thin straps

on her shoulders slipped off from her shoulders.

That should have been a crime in any moving car, right? Luther took a

deep breath, and he simply reached out and draped his suit jacket over

her body, blocking the sexy scenery from his sight. There would be a

car accident, he was afraid, if he kept being distracted by her.

He pushed the gas pedal to the floor and sped up.

They must get to the hotel as soon as possible, otherwise she could

just do anything in the car.

Well, finally the torturous trip came to an end, and the sports car arrived

at the hotel.

He got out of the car quickly, wrapped her in his suit jacket, and carried

her out of the passenger seat.