Chapter 913

Luther's dark eyes were locked firmly on her, as if he was looking right

into her heart, and suddenly, he reached out and cupped her delicate

chin.

It was her. It was just her.

Although he had always suspected, and was almost certain before, that

she was Joyce...

Right now, when he could finally completely confirm it, he still could not

help but feel excited.

She fell from such a cliff and survived. It was already a miracle of

miracles.

And their child, Anderson, also survived such a disaster.

She was still alive, and Anderson was their child.

At this moment, he thanked God for being so generous with him.

Golden sunlight seeped through, and the entire office seemed to be

dyed with a layer of dazzling gold.

The surroundings were quiet and dreamlike.

Joyce noticed that he was not right, his breathing was rapid, and he

was less calm than usual. He looked so serious and excited and less

languid and even elegant than usual.

What's wrong with him, anyway?

“Let go of me."

She tried to push him away.

The moment he raised his hands, he suddenly grabbed her hands and

pressed them firmly against the glass window.

God, at that moment, she seemed to hear her wrist bones clucking

against the glass window.

She didn't dare to struggle too much. After all, there was a glass

window behind her.

She did not dare to shout out, either. After all, she believed there must

have been quite a crow outside the office now.

"What the hell do you want?" She looked away from him, not wanting to

meet his eyes again.

His eyes were so hot that they seemed to be melting her.

Luther tried desperately to hold back, and he was taking deep breaths.

He didn't want to expose her now. God had already given him the

greatest gift of all by returning her to him, and at the same time, he had

a son.

God was too generous to him.

He could not digest such exciting news, and he did not know how to

express his emotions.

At this moment, he just wanted to take a good look at her.

He just wanted to hold her hand, to feel her presence, to feel that all

this was not a dream, but real.

He didn't want to scare her, and he didn't want to force her.

Since she didn't want to appear in front of him with her real face, he

would just let her do what she wanted.

He would keep waiting, waiting for her to be willing to open up to him,

waiting for her to be willing to accept him again.

It had been four long years of hellish days, and he survived them all.

What harm could it do just to wait a bit longer?

Now, she was in front of his eyes, and this was the best thing in the

world.

Joyce looked away, feeling his hot breath on her face and neck, and

gradually, her whole body began to heat up.

Once, in the office, he forced her, and although at that time she was

somewhat voluntary, ultimately it was nothing pleasant.

Right now, she was in the same situation.

He was not going to try to do something like that in the office, was he?

If that's the case, she would really have to hate him.

Along time passed, so long that she thought that he would not stop his

crazy behavior.

He suddenly released his grip, pressed her shoulders and turned her

around to face the glass window. His handsome face resumed its bland

expression and he said in a relaxed tone, “I didn't want to do anything. I

just wanted to invite Miss Knowles to enjoy the beauty of the Phoenix

Mountain with me, and that's all."

She was completely speechless.