Chapter 882

Joyce arrived at the door of Luther's presidential suite.

She was hesitant before she knocked on the door.

She shouldn't have been drinking last night and she knew how easily

she could get drunk.

And every time, after drinking, she would just get unconscious.

She didn’t know if she had blurted out something that she shouldn't

when she was drunk.

But if she asked him?

Would he tell her?

But, if she did not ask, should she just pretend that nothing happened?

Moreover, just now she searched around the room and found that her

shoes were missing.

So, her shoes were not in the room? Where could they be? Did she

come back barefoot without her shoes on?

How was that possible?

Just when she was still hesitant...

At that moment, the door of the room suddenly opened.

Luther was already up. He was dressed casually today. He wore plain

white hoodie and light gray sweatpants, and he looked refreshing.

"You're awake?" Luther asked, raising his long eyebrows slightly as he

saw her standing in the doorway.

"Er." Joyce didn't expect him to open the door suddenly, and the words

she wanted to say came to her lips, but she seemed to have forgotten

them instantly.

“I... I... last night, I ..." She bit her lip, and she did not know what to

say.

"Oh, you were drunk last night, and I was the one who brought you

back. What's going on?" Luther stood by the door. His arms were

around his chest, his face was calm, and he was looking at her calmly.

“That's it? Nothing more?" She lifted her crystal eyes and gazed into

his deep, dark pupils, trying to find something in them.

However, his black eyes were calm as ever.

"I used your room card to open the door and get you back to your

room, and that's all."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"My Clothes ..."

"I just took off your dress and help you put on your nightgown. Is that a

problem?"

"No, no, thanks." She narrowed her eyes, and her long brows furrowed

deeply. Something didn't feel right, she thought.

"Didn't I say or do anything?" She couldn't help but ask. Although she

had no memory of last night, judging from what she knew about herself,

she only found it even more suspicious if he said she didn't do anything

last night.

"Huh." Luther chuckled lowly and looked at her with interest in his eyes.

"Do you mean that you want something to happen between us? So,

Miss Knowles is now disappointed?"

“No, of course I didn't mean that." She immediately denied it. Damn

man, what's going on in his head?

“It's best that nothing happened. It must have been difficult for you to

bring me back last night."

She expressed her gratitude, "By the way, I can't find my shoes."

"Shoes?" Luther raised an eyebrow, "You found them annoying at the

time and threw them in the trash bin."

"What!" Joyce exclaimed when she heard it.

"Oh my God, those are my new shoes! I've only worn them twice!" She

scratched her hair in annoyance, "They're so expensive. Where are

they now? Just tell me, and I'll go pick them up.”

Luther looked at her and did not know what to say.

The first thing she could think of was always money.

Obviously she should be very rich now. As far as he knew, JK

Intelligence was earning a lot of money, and she just recently got the

contracts with Otis and him. The down payment alone was a huge sum

of money.

And, he had asked Casey to pay them in advance.

There was no way she could be short of money.

He took her shoes down from the top of the shoe cabinet and handed

them to her.

"I picked them up for you last night."

He shook his head gently, knowing she would be looking for them.