Chapter 883

She must have forgotten how she had thrown them into the trash bin.

"Oh, thanks." Joyce gladly took her shoes.

They were so new, and fortunately they were not lost.

"Uh, since there was nothing special last night, I won't bother you." She

looked up and smiled reluctantly. She had been so embarrassed today.

When she turned around, she suddenly remembered something and

turned back to him, "By the way, I'm not staying in the hotel from today,

and I'm moving. If you have something to do, I'll see you back at the

office.”

Luther returned a simple "hmm" and said nothing more.

Joyce turned around suspiciously and walked back to her room.

Why did she feel that there was something wrong with it? Judging from

his expression, she felt as if he was very calm last night, and he did not

say anything even when she just told him that she was moving out

today.

She thought that he would ask her where she was going, yet he didn't.

Hell, things were really weird, with both of them.

She shook her head, unable to sort out her thoughts.

Forget it. No matter what, she should just move to the new apartment

first.

When she left, Luther closed the door to his room. He had wanted to go

out to see how she was just now, and since she was awake and all

right, he was relieved.

When he thought of last night...

He felt the urge that he had barely managed to hold back had come up

again.

Last night, when they kissed each other so passionately, he almost lost

control.

Her dress was removed by him and he almost had her.

At the last minute, he restrained himself.

Last time, he had aphrodisiac and was still able to control himself. This

time, he was fully sober and should be even more in control.

After he let her go, she drifted off to sleep.

He covered her with a blanket and returned to the sports car to retrieve

her mink shawl as well as her handbag.

Finally he went to the pharmacy and bought her some sobriety pills.

He opened the door to her room and found her pajamas.

Then he returned to his room.

He helped her to put on her pajamas.

Then, he fed the sobriety pills to her.

However, she was restless even when she was asleep, and she

wouldn't open her mouth to take the pills at all.

He had no choice but to take it himself and then fed it to her mouth

slowly.

Once again, he touched her soft lips, and her taste was too sweet for

him to stop.

In the end, it was impossible to tell if he was feeding the medicine or

tasting her goodness.

When they finally took all the sobriety pills...

He had almost lost control of himself again.

He was afraid that he would be losing control, and he carried her back

to her room, and cleaned everything up as if nothing had happened.

Then, he rushed back to his room to take a cold shower.

The weather outside was not warm, but he still felt so hot that he took a

long cold shower to get some relief.

Hell, she didn't know anything about it, but for him it was a whole night

of inhuman torture.

"Ah-choo." He sneezed a few times in quick succession.

Damn, it must be the repeated cold showers last night, and he caught a

cold.

In the future, she should never, ever be allowed to drink.

Otherwise, the biggest victim would be him!

He returned to the room, saw her innocent and lovely face, and then

thought of the intense kiss of last night. He began to feel uncomfortable

again all over.

He had caught a cold and he should take a hot bath, but he felt so

uncomfortable and he needed a cold bath so badly.

He felt like he was locked up in a burning fridge.

He didn't even know what he was supposed to do.

Holy shit!