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Chapter 42
Chapter 42
Joyce's face was slightly hot and she couldn't help but keep her face away.
It felt like she was getting intoxicated by him.
Still nothing.
Could it be in the other pocket of the pants?
She had no choice but to stretch his body, head down, and put her hand in his right pants pocket.
"Oh my God, doing that thing without closing the window?" A woman passed by the car and screamed.
Doing that thing? Joyce was stunned, and then understood what it meant.
"Mind your own business. Can't you see it's a Bentley? A limited edition worthy of tens of millions RMB.
It's a rich man's game. Go away, don't look at them." The man beside the girl said.
"But that's too ......"
"Let's go, let's go. Go back home and we'll do the same."
"You're annoying as hell."
Joyce actually wanted to look up and retorted to them. She was just looking for her car key. They were
the ones who were overthinking it.
But the truth was, she didn't dare to look up in the end.
It felt like she was losing her face because of Luther.
Being misunderstood by others in the public.
The more embarrassed she felt, the more nervous she was. And the more nervous she was, the less
she could touch the key. Unknowingly, her face had swelled to red. Finally she touched a hard thing,
and her heart fluttered with joy.
"Where are you poking around?" Luther suddenly opened his eyes and looked directly at her. His voice
was heavy and slightly hoarse.
Joyce was so startled that she retracted her hand.
Hard and long, was it not a key? Then what could it be?
"I... I can't find it." She was so embarrassed that she felt her ears were getting hot.
His eyes glanced at her, finally willing to move. He reached out and opened the center console,
"Suddenly I remember the key is on me, you can start it directly."
Ah!
Joyce felt a fire burning in her chest. Was he fooling around her? She was misunderstood by the
passers-by just now!
Luther didn't bother to pay attention to her, closed his eyes again and said faintly, "Hurry."
Joyce had nowhere to vent her frustration but to angrily start the Bentley. She closed the windows and
stepped on the gas.
The limousine sped away.
When Joyce drove the car back to the Warner family's main house, Luther seemed to have fallen into a
semi-sleepy state and couldn't wake up no matter how she woke him up. To be more precise, he was
responding, but not reacting.
Joyce had no choice but to help him out of the car. She used all her strength to hold his shoulders and
walked towards the house.
He was so heavy that the two stumbled together into the living room.
"Finally, you're back." The old voice rang out.
She didn't expect that Stephanie would still be waiting for them in the living room at this late hour.
Joyce had Luther's arm on her shoulder in a weird gesture and smiled awkwardly, "Grandma, why are
you still up so late?"
"I don't feel well if I haven't see you two back. Joyce, you're not at home these days. I always feel
stuffy." Stephanie's face was full of kind smile. Seeing them hugging each other, she was very happy.
She actually knew that they were just pretending to be together to deceive her. She was a wise
businesswoman when she was young so she could know what they were doing to her. They can
cultivate their relationship. Now they were hugging.
Grandma was good at choosing the candidate. Joyce has the courage to take charge and the Warner
family needed such a hostess.
"Oh, the automotive project team has just been established, and we are gathering today. Grandma,
starting tomorrow, I'll be home with you on time." Joyce was exhausted from dragging Luther and
gasped, "Grandma, hurry up and go to bed."
How could she get Luther to the guest room if Grandma didn't go back to her room?
Stephanie said happily, "It's okay. I'll just be here to watch you guys go into the room together."