Chapter 940

"Something happened on the way?" Luther asked as if he had heard a

joke.

He knew she was going to meet Otis this evening, and because he

knew Kane was going with her, he didn't go along.

But as time went on, after nine o'clock, he began to fidget and

anxiously paced the house repeatedly.

Later, he was slightly relieved when he knew from the GPS that her

vehicle was driving away from Cloud Creep Karaoke.

To his surprise, she spent another hour on the way.

Only now did she come home.

"Where's Anderson?" Joyce didn't answer his questioning and tried to

change the topic.

"So you are worried about him now? Look at the time! He's already

asleep.”

Luther glared at her angrily, “The nanny gets off at nine, and I gave

Anderson a bath and put him to bed. He still has to go to kindergarten

tomorrow.”

"Oh." Joyce knew she was wrong this time, and she took a peek inside

the room.

“Is this how you usually take care of Anderson? Come home at the

midnight and leave the kid with the babysitter?" Luther couldn't resist

questioning.

"Sometimes, but not often.” Joyce replied in a small voice.

"Oh, not often?!!!" Luther let out a sarcastic laugh, "Anderson is so

young. How would you even feel comfortable with him being home

alone?"

“ ..." Joyce did not know what to say.

No! Was it even his business?

What did how she brought up her child have to do with him? Yes, she

had not been able to take care of Anderson, but she tried her best.

"Mr. Warner, in what capacity, may I ask, are you questioning me now?

I appreciate your help in keeping Anderson company today. But don’t

you think you are in any role to say such words." She grimaced and

retorted.

Luther stepped forward to close in on her.

He didn't answer her question.

He just leaned in close to her, and when he smelled the wine on her,

his face darkened and a hidden fire flared up under his eyes.

"You drank?" He raised his voice abruptly.

"No."

Joyce subconsciously lifted her sleeve and sniffed, and indeed there

was a smell of alcohol.

But she did not drink. It must have been when she helped Otis clean up

the wine stains.

"Miss Knowles, you have a child, and you're a bad drinker, and you're

still drinking ... haven't you learned enough from the last time you got

drunk?" Luther questioned her repeatedly, pushing her back step by

step until she was forced to the corner of the foyer.

Joyce's back was against the cold, hard wall, and in front of her was his

aggressive form.

“I really haven't been drinking. Get out of the way!" She frowned.

At the moment, her cheeks were slightly red, her sexy lips were slightly

open, the living room was only dimly lit. As a result, her beautiful

silhouette became more soft and seductive.

As if he was compelled, he looked straight at her and could not move

his eyes.

The familiar scent of her body made him want to get closer to her.

He lowered his head, and his handsome face was right in front of her,

"Have you been drinking, I will know with just a little test."

She froze, not understanding what he meant by "test".

The next second, before she could react...

His sensual lips were already pressed against hers.

The kiss gradually deepened, and their lips and tongues were hotly

entwined.

Her eyes widened and she stared at him in disbelief. What was he

doing? She tried to push him away, but her outstretched hands were

held firmly in his grip.

For a moment, he left her lips, panting slightly.

He was staring straight at her with his sophisticated and passionate

eyes, as if he wanted to melt her.

“I have personally tested it, and you have indeed not been drinking." A

low voice came from his throat with a rasp.