Chapter 891

"Huh. Feed you?!"

Joyce simply wanted to pick up the glass in her hand and smash it hard

at his handsome face.

They were now at home and it would take time to clean it up if it got

dirty, and Anderson was around, so she didn't want to make it look bad.

Suddenly, he reached out and yanked her hard.

She lost her balance and fell directly into his arms.

Before she landed in his embrace, his arms passed around her waist

and wrapped tightly around her.

She clutched the glass in her hand tightly and didn't dare to make a

sound, because she was afraid to startle Anderson, who was playing a

game beside her. Just now she had almost accidentally knocked it all

over.

She tried to move his hand away, but she was locked up by the hand

firmly and could hardly move at all.

She turned back at him with a deadly glare.

“You fed me." He was now like a complete scoundrel, “Last night, when

you were drunk, it was also me who fed you the sober pills."

She froze. Last night? She took sober pills?

After she heard what he said, she finally got a little bit of the scattered

memories about last night back. Indeed, she took something very bitter,

and she could hardly bear it. No wonder when she got up in the

morning, there was still a residual bitterness in her mouth.

She thought it was the aftertaste of the red wine, but it turned out to be

the sober pills.

"So you can remember it now?" He looked at her with amusement in

his eyes.

"Mommy, did you drink yesterday?" Anderson suddenly looked up and

asked. In fact, he had heard it when they were talking at the door

earlier, but only now did he ask.

"Ah, I drank a little. Anderson, you play the game first." Joyce whipped

her head around and didn’t want to talk more about it with him.

Luther raised an eyebrow, "A little?"

Joyce hurriedly shoved the glass to his thin lips, stopping him from

continuing to speak, "I'm feeding you now. Drink it." She lifted the glass

and the brown liquid was almost poured into his mouth.

Luther almost choked on her rough moves.

He took her hand and held it steady, and he finished the entire glass

soon.

After he finished drinking, he looked at her with a sultry expression,

“That's not how I fed you last night, and you were too rough.” He pulled

out a napkin from the coffee table and gently wiped the corner of his

lips.

"How did you feed me?" Joyce froze and subconsciously pursued the

question.

How did he feed her then?

“You were lying down, and you would not open your mouth at that time.

So tell me, how was I supposed to feed you?" He reclined against the

sofa, supported his forehead with one hand, and looked at her with

amusement.

Joyce just felt a "boom" in her head, and her cheeks were suddenly

hot.

After she heard him, she seemed to think of something again.

On the lips, she seemed to remember the warm and soft feeling. Last

night she seemed to be constantly nibbling on something.

The memories come back little by little, though they were only some

blurred fragments.

But that was enough to give her a shock.

So she kissed him last night? Later, did he feed her the medicine with

his mouth?

Gee, it seemed that even after the farce in the hall, she had made quite

a scene back in her room.

It's over. What had she done?

At this point, Anderson said to her very seriously, "Mommy, no more

drinking."

"Got it, Anderson. don't worry, I won't drink anymore." Joyce hurriedly

reassured Anderson and gently touched the back of his head.

Anderson glanced at Luther's hand on Mommy's waist as he sagely slid

off the top of the couch and said, "I'm going to my room to play for a

while."

After saying that, he ran inside the room with a lurch.

"Anderson," Joyce shook her head helplessly. This little boy was simply

too good at reading people.

"Remember now?" Luther pursued.

"Can't think of anything." Joyce denied it, her beautiful eyes fiercely

glaring at him. She was not going to admit it, absolutely not.

"Huh."

He smiled. Looking at her peculiar expression right now, he knew she

must have remembered something even though she would not admit it.

"Get up and finish your medicine. It's time for you to go back to your

own apartment.” Joyce stood up and said to him coldly.

To her surprise, Luther lay down completely instead. He wrapped

himself tightly in a blanket, lay down on the soft sofa, turned around,

and pretended he was sleeping.

"Hey, don't pretend. Get up."

Joyce pushed him, but he didn't move even slightly.

You just could never wake up someone who was pretending to be

asleep.

She repeatedly called him several times for a few minutes, but he didn't

move at all.

Until, she couldn't stand it anymore and went up and turned him over

with force.

Then, she froze.

She saw that his long, narrow eyes were gently closed, forming a

beautiful arc, and his cheeks, because of the heat, were tinged with

red, which then set up his skin which was more delicate than that of a

woman. His sexy lips, at this moment, was completely relaxed.

The sound of his even breathing came and his chest also rose and fell

slowly.

He was, surprisingly, really asleep.

She was stunned for a moment. She simply couldn't do anything about

him. In the past, she did not know that he could be such a rogue.

Since he had fallen asleep, she could no longer kick him out.

She reached out and felt his forehead, and his temperature was still

high. He had just drunk the medicine and it must not have taken effect

yet.

She had no choice but to get a quilt for him from the room and cover

him up.

Then she gave Anderson another bath, cleaned up everything, and was

tired after a long day.

She turned off the lights in the living room and felt Luther's forehead

again. The temperature seemed to go down a bit, and she used the

thermometer on him again. In the end, it was 38.4, not a big problem.

He was sleeping so heavily that he couldn't be woken up and couldn't

be driven away. She could only let him sleep here.

She sighed helplessly, went back to her room, hugged Anderson, and

fell into a deep sleep.

The following day.

Joyce was awakened by her own cell phone ringing.

She opened her eyes in a daze and hurriedly put her phone on silent

mode. Anderson was still sleeping, and she didn't want to wake him up.

With the light coming in through the cracks in the curtains, she squinted

her eyes at the phone.

0002!

She sat up violently.

If she didn't wake up completely earlier, she's now more sober than

ever!

This was, in fact, Otis's exclusive phone number within the military!

She looked at the time. It was only seven in the morning.

Otis was looking for her? What could it be about?

She hurriedly pressed the answer button, picked up the phone, got up

and walked to the side. Then she answered the phone in a low voice,

"Mr. Robertson, good morning.”

"Ms. Knowles, good morning. Did I just wake you up?"

On the other end of the phone, Otis’ low, ghostly voice came through.

“No, I'm awake, what's the matter?" Joyce asked with a frown.

Her heart jumped up in panic for no reason.

There was a bad feeling that stroke her heart.

"Ms. Knowles, if you have time, go visit Hotel Dragon. I promised you a

big gift and I've delivered it. Meanwhile, Ms. Knowles might also spend

some time and read the morning news."

Then, Otis hung up the phone and the only thing left in the phone was

the "beep, beep, beep” busy tone.

Joyce's brain blanked for a moment, only to feel a chill down her spine,

and there was also a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

She hurriedly opened her cell phone up to check the news, and the

headlines gave her such a shock.

“This morning, a murder occurred at Hotel Dragon in our city, and the

deceased was a Mr. Walsh, who is believed to be the president of Blue

Maple Group. The case is still under investigation."

She was so shocked and her phone slipped from her hand to the

ground.