Chapter 917

Luther opened his thin lips, and could not even say a word.

Satisfied? Why should he be satisfied?

That's not what he wanted at all.

Although, her latest technology brought him enough visual shock.

She was so smart, so how could she not understand what he meant?

She must have known what he meant and she was doing it on purpose.

"Why do you carry such a thing around with you?" Luther grumbled

discontentedly. He could never imagine that she would actually be able

to produce a gift for him on the spot.

“Mr. Warner, don't you forget, I was in a meeting and I happened to be

introducing our new product. You were the one who took me away by

force, OK? Of course I had a mobile hard drive in my pocket, and it was

meant to be used.”

She looked at him with amusement.

In fact, with his sultry face, she was even more certain that he would

have been ill-intentioned in the first place.

He wanted a gift in return? He just wanted to take advantage of her.

Oh, she's not going to let him get away with it.

Right now, looking at his crestfallen face, she felt particularly happy in

her heart.

The corners of her lips could not help but pull up.

"Mr. Warner, if there's nothing else, I'll go back and continue the

meeting.”

Joyce said with a smile.

How dared this man to make fun of her. Now this time he should have

learned the lesson.

Luther was exasperated and upset by her smug expression.

Suddenly, he frowned and reached out to take a firm grip on her wrist,

trying to pull her to him.

She, on the other hand, instinctively stood away, thinking he was going

to do it the hard way, and directly threw a heavy punch to his chest.

"Ah."

Luther cried out in pain as he flexed his body, still holding her hand

firmly in one hand and protecting his chest with the other.

He seemed be in such a pain that his handsome face instantly

whitened, and he gasped slightly, as if he was trying desperately to

endure the pain.

Joyce was instantly fluttered and took a look at her hands. Was the

punch that hard?

He seemed to be in great pain. Did she really hurt him?

At this point, she recalled that he had said that he had been seriously

injured and had seven broken ribs.

Did she accidentally hit his old injury?

"Are you okay?" She bit her lower lip and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Could it be that she just cracked his ribs where they were barely

healing? Not really, when did she have all the strength?

“It hurts. Of course it hurts.” Luther kept grunting. He had almost curled

up entirely and his handsome face looked serious. There were even

beads of sweat rolling down the side of his forehead, "Miss Knowles,

you are really merciless.”

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Joyce saw his painful appearance and was a little panicked, "What

should I do? Do you need to go to the hospital to take a CT. How are

you feeling? Where does it hurt?"

Her right hand was held tightly by him as he endured the pain. His hand

was full of sweat, which was also passed to her, and she felt her palm

was hot and wet.

He held her right hand and refused to let go, so she had to raise her left

hand and stroke his chest.

Anxiously, she asked, "Where does it hurt? Let me help you."

Suddenly, her left hand, too, was grabbed by him.

He raised his head, and a different kind of foreign luster was flowing out

from his obsidian eyes.

The eyes were crystal bright, serious, affectionate, and mixed with a

hint of ambiguity and playfulness... He pulled her left hand to himself

and pressed it gently against his chest.

“It hurts here. It's my heart. Do you feel it?"

It took her a moment to understand that she had been tricked by him.

He wasn't even hurt, and he was simply flirting with her.

"Boom", her cheeks were instantly lit up and became hot.

This damn man!