Chapter 998

"Well, that's good." Luther stroked Joyce's head with satisfaction and a

doting face.

Instantly, Joyce had a feeling that she was just like his pet, and just

now she was forced to wear the exclusive silver tag.

Hell, why did she even agree?

With a gloomy face, she subconsciously reached for her neck.

She tried to take the pendant off.

But when she touched the silver pendant, she thought about his serious

and cautious expression just now, and she finally withdrew her hand.

It always feels as if he is planning something lately, or has some

special purpose.

Never mind, it was just a pendant. She took a deep breath and she also

wondered what this man had been up to with this pendant.

"By the way, tomorrow night, I'm going back to Khebury," Luther said as

he sat down next to her.

Joyce tilted her head in surprise, "Back to Khebury? So are you still

coming back to the Capital?"

She subconsciously asked the question, and only after asking it did she

realize that she had said too much.

What did it even have to do with her if he would come back to the

Capital or not?

Wouldn't it be better if he wasn't here and didn't get in the way of her

plans?

"Huh. What? Miss me already?" He looked at her with amusement,

"Afraid I won't come back?"

"Don't you ever come back.” She raised her elbow and bumped him

angrily.

He smoothly wrapped his arms around her and dragged her closer to

him.

“I am just back to Khebury for some business, and it might take two or

three days if things go well. Don't worry, since you're here, I'm not going

anywhere." He looked at her with an ambiguous tone.

For him, home was where she was.

Where she was, he was.

"Ahem." Joyce unnaturally cleared her throat, "Mr. Warner is from

Khebury, so why are you even telling me if you are going home for

business."

He was too close to her, and the heat of his body was also transferred

to her body. She felt her whole body was covered with a thin layer of

sweat.

She hurriedly got up and left him.

The more contact they have, the easier she felt it was to be influenced

by this man.

"Anderson, brush your teeth and you should go to bed now." She

walked towards Anderson and gently stroked Anderson's little head.

Luther also stood up at this time.

He walked towards Anderson, squatted down in front of Anderson, and

said softly, "Anderson, I'm going back to Khebury for a few days and

won't be here tomorrow. I'm here to say goodbye to you tonight. Will

you miss me?"

Anderson looked up, his eyes crystal bright, “Yes, then you have to

come back quickly.”

"Well, sure.” Luther's lips curled up into a gentle smile.

"Mommy, I want Uncle to take me downstairs for a walk. Just for a little

while. Is that okay?" Anderson pleaded, looking up at Joyce.

“I can take you out for a walk, can't 1?" Joyce asked suspiciously.

“I want to go with Uncle." Anderson looked expectant, his eyes

fluttering.

"Okay." Joyce raised her eyes and looked at the clock, "It's late, and it's

almost bedtime. Don't make it too long."

"Hmm." Anderson slid off the couch and stepped forward to tug on

Luther's palm, "Let's go."

"Good." Luther felt so flattered as he rushed forward to pick Anderson

up.

After all this time together, it was obvious that Anderson was much

closer to him.

Joyce helped them open the door.

Luther carried Anderson downstairs, and then, he set Anderson down

and took Anderson's tender little hands in his.

The central gardens in Pascaylia was huge.

There was a large water feature in the middle in the form of a staircase,

with long flower corridors on either side.

The corridor then led to a small stone path with unknown vines climbing

everywhere above it like a huge green umbrella.