Chapter 942

After a long time, Luther finally came back to his senses.

"How does Anderson know all this when he's only four years old,"

Luther asked, looking at Joyce.

Joyce gave him a hard stare in annoyance, "And you ask me?!"

She pushed Luther away, who was standing in front of her with an

indebted face.

"Anderson knows too much. How do you usually teach him? How does

he know all this at such a young age?" Although Luther was pushed

away, he was not angry, and he kept asking questions.

"How should I know? If you ask me, who should I ask?" Joyce

helplessly held her forehead, "It's all your fault. Why do you have to

mess around in front of the kid!"

“I thought he was asleep. How did I know he would come out for the

bathroom.”

Luther shrugged his shoulders, indicating his innocence.

"Huh."

Joyce gave a sarcastic laugh. She was angry and didn't bother to talk

to him.

"Well, I promise I will pay attention next time and keep Anderson out of

sight.”

Luther put one hand on her shoulder and coaxed.

Joyce shrugged, shaking his unscrupulous palms off, and she raised

her eyebrows, "You want a next time?"

Luther put his index finger up next to his thin lips, "Shh!"

"Keep your voice down, don't wake Anderson up again."

In the dim soft light, he squeezed his eyes at her, "Or we'll go into the

room and continue ..."

"Get off!" Joyce couldn't help but blurt out, "What's going on in your

head!"

Luther opened his dark eyes wide and looked at her with an innocent

expression, "What's wrong? I mean we could continue talking in the

room. What else do you think?"

"..." She was speechless.

She naturally assumed that Luther meant the ... thing Anderson said.

"Ah, I getit."

Luther looked enlightened and he pointed at her, "You little wicked girl.

If you have such an idea, I won't mind either. I can satisfy you anytime

Joyce blushed all the way to her ears, and she rushed forward to cover

his unscrupulous thin lips with force.

"Shut up. Get your ass back in your apartment!"

She pushed and pulled, finally shoving Luther out the door.

Then she shut the door and locked it behind her.

She still thought it was not enough and she locked even the latch this

time.

She was so angry with him that she shivered.

"Hey, I'm not done with this."

Luther was still standing in the doorway.

"Just say what you have to say."

Joyce reopened the door but kept the chain latch locked, revealing only

a crack.

Across the gap, Luther asked, "I heard the municipal government sent

you an invitation to a charity party?"

"Right."

Joyce frowned, dissatisfied, "Mr. Warner is so well-informed, and you

know everything. Wouldn't you have placed an undercover agent in my

office?"

"Surely no undercover agents. I do have a few contacts though." He

smiled happily.

The shamelessness of his words made her want to punch him through

the door.

"Are you going?" He asked.

"Yeah. Why not?" She replied with an apparently impatient smile.

"I also received the invitation. Originally I did not want to go, but since

you go, I will also go, reluctantly.”

Luther shrugged his shoulders.

"Whatever."

She wanted to close the door.

"Wait. Do you have the right dress?" He asked.