Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

Sure enough, Justin was missing.

Joyce searched him over and over again, and already checked every place in the hospital, asked every she bumped into.

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Exhausted, she eventually fell to the ground in despair.

The dark clouds covered the moon and the dim streetlights made her shadow extra long, as if it were a wisp of her loneliness.

Justin was nowhere to be found, as if he had evaporated.

The surgery was tomorrow, but Justin had disappeared.

Her heart felt empty.

All the efforts she had made for so long had gone down the drain.

Luther looked at Joyce sitting on the floor in front of him, her body curled up.

She huddled and buried her head deep into her knees. Her hair scattered down her slightly trembling shoulders. Was she crying?

Luther just felt uncomfortable, and Justin had been missing for almost two years.

What kind of past did she and Justin have? It was worth her grief?

Joyce lifted her head, and took a deep breath. It seemed that she could no longer think and she just sat there motionlessly.

She did not cry.

There were no tears, though she had wanted to cry. She felt like her heart was stubbed by a knife, feeling infinite emptiness and confusion.

Luther had never seen her like this before.

What a bleak and sluggish scene. She looked melancholier at the moment than ever before, but still had a fatal attraction to him.

He just could not help it but to care for her.

He took a deep breath and resisted the urge to go forward and give her a hug.

“What’s that pretense for? There are still a lot of men you can get money from.”

He wanted to comfort her, but his words hurt.

He didn’t mean it. He was angry about himself and didn’t know what it was for.

Why was she upset? Wasn’t he richer than Justin, and wasn’t R&S Group more powerful than JAXAH Corporation Bank?

Justin did have a reputation in the upper-class circles, and there were many celebrities who were after Justin. He knew his sister was one of them. But wasn’t he better looking and more attractive than Justin?

Hell, what the hell was he thinking. How could he lower himself to Justin’s level? He must be so out of his mind.

Joyce has long been numb and immune to Luther’s sarcasm.

She slowly stood up and patted off the dust on her body. Her face remained expressionless, “Let’s go.”

“Where to?”

Luther froze.

“Home. Shelly must have come with Grandma for her infusion today, right? Grandma must have gone home already. If we don’t go back, Grandma will get suspicious.” Joyce rubbed her sore arm as she headed out the door.

When she got into the car, she tried to put on her seat belt.

But she found that her hands were shaking so much that she pressed the latch several times, but she couldn’t get it in.

“I’ll do it.”

Luther’s big palm covered her cold hand, and gently pressed. “Click!” The seat belt was fastened. She was clearly in pain, but she had to act as if nothing was wrong. He could not help but feel upset.

As they got closer, her nostrils were full of his unique masculine smell.

Her cold hand was suddenly wrapped in warmth.

Joyce instinctively retracted her hand, and her body leaned back.

Expressionlessly, she said, “Thank you.”

Her detached behavior and indifferent expression disturbed him immensely.

Joyce tilted her head to look out the window, “Don’t worry, what happened today will not affect you. I will keep my promise to Grandma.”

She stopped talking.

She looked out the window with blank eyes, and the glittering lights and neon seemed quite far away from her.

Luther stepped down hard on the gas pedal, and got nowhere to vent the depression in his chest.