Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 1928 Camping and Sea Fishing

Alisha changed into her clothes and walked out of the fitting room.

With a beautiful face, outstanding temperament, and top-notch clothes, she caught everyone's attention, including passersby outside the shop who stopped to look curiously.

Who is this little princess from? She's dressed so beautifully. Joyce was also stunned. With a dress worth tens of thousands of dollars on Alisha, her temperament was indeed different. Luther smiled faintly, "| say, Alisha has good taste. Just like me."

Joyce glanced at Luther speechlessly. He was as narcissistic as ever. If she had to say, Alisha looked more like Luther, but their temperaments were different. During the time they had spent together, Alisha had been mostly well-behaved, but Joyce had a feeling that when Alisha grew up, she would definitely not be the obedient type. Occasionally, she sensed a hint of cold malice from Alisha. It might just be her imagination. There was a touch of wickedness in her aloofness. Alisha's so-called docility made her feel that Alisha was only pretending to be well-behaved. She felt that in the future, Alisha would definitely be extraordinary.

Alisha twirled in front of the mirror and clapped her little hands, "Brother, do you think | look pretty?"

"Pretty. You look good in anything,” Anderson's reply was somewhat perfunctory.

Alisha adjusted her little dress, looked up with sparkling eyes, and said, "Daddy, Mommy, can | wear this dress to school?" Earlier, Joyce had already told Alisha that she would go to school with Anderson in a few days.

"Sure, of course," Joyce said gently with a smile.

"That's great, | really like it," Alisha said happily, hugging Joyce.

“We'll take this one, no need to try on the others. Pack them all," Luther took out a black card and handed it to the salesperson. "Wear the ones she has on, and send the rest of the clothes to our home."

He left an address.

"Okay, please rest assured, we will send someone to deliver them to you immediately."

The salesperson made a big deal, first cutting off the tags from Alisha's clothes and then happily going to settle the bill. After buying the clothes, they strolled for a while.

Joyce and Luther left the mall with Anderson and Alisha, with Anderson insisting on not buying anything.

Outside, the rain had stopped.

It was a hot summer day, and after an hour of sunshine, the ground had dried up.

"The weather is nice. How about we go camping by the seaside as planned?" Luther pointed to the sky. "It'll be dark in the evening, so if we leave now, we'll make it to set up the tent before nightfall. Everything is ready. In addition to the camping tent, there is also a motorhome to drive over and park by the seaside."Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

"Okay. I've never been camping before, nor have | slept in a motorhome," Anderson was very excited.

Joyce looked a little worried and tugged at Luther's sleeve. "What about security? Although Athena is dead now, it's peaceful at the moment, and there's no danger. I'm still a little worried."

"It's okay, | have people arranged within a one-kilometer radius. | won't be careless," Luther reassured her, having had enough of living in fear. He hoped everyone could relax completely.

“Mummy, | love the sea the most, | want to go play," Alisha couldn't wait. "Okay," Joyce nodded and hugged Alisha, stroking her soft hair.

“Let me tell you all some good news. In addition to camping, I've also arranged for some sea fishing. I've prepared a yacht anchored near our camping area. Tomorrow morning, we'll set off to go fishing at sea," Luther picked up Anderson. "How about that? Are you happy?"

"Happy!" Anderson was absolutely thrilled.

"Don't spend all your time playing on the computer. You should do more outdoor activities. I'll take you out to play more often in the future," Luther patted Anderson's head.

"Yeah, yeah," Anderson nodded excitedly. Camping, sea fishing, motorhome, yacht - just thinking about it was exciting.

When the family arrived at the seaside by car, it was still early. The sunset had dyed the entire sky red, and even the sea was tinged with red.

The golden beach, soft sand stretching endlessly. Looking around, the blue sky, white clouds, golden sand, and the vast sea, everything was so beautiful, like a dream.

Being in such an environment would relax anyone's body and mind.

Luther chose a spot to set up camp, and Aaron came to help set up the tent.

It was a high-end tent, with steel support, thick military green canvas to resist wind and rain, and it was as large as half a house when fully set up. It had windows. ingtie-froat

bags and Wert hed doors with mosquito nets. The height inside the tent was just right, adults didn't need to bend over. The whole tent was covered with inflatable mats, about a foot off the ground, making it comfortable to step inside. It had a one-room, one-hall structure, with an inflatable sofa outside and two inflatable beds inside. Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

The sea breeze rustled as the sun set, gradually darkening the sky.

The tent's built-in lights came on, like stars lighting up in the vastness.

The motorhome also arrived, its lights shining brightly. It had a dining room, kitchen, bedroom, and a large luxurious bathroom. Anderson and Alisha were playing happily on the beach, building sandcastles.

Joyce set up a stove on the sand, and the burning flames of the fire flickered. She set up a elicatedatge oy eaianoe ibis was already boiling. There were various ingredients beside it, and she called out, "Anderson, Alisha, aren't you hungry? Wash your hands and come over for dinner." Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

Alisha felt hungry, stood up, brushed the sand off her hands, and ran over excitedly. “Mummy, there's so much delicious food, | want to eat," she said.

Joyce put some of the cooked food into a bowl, added some seasoning, and said to Alisha, "Go wash your hands in the motorhome. It will cool you down, then come back to eat."

"Okay," Alisha ran off to wash her hands.

Luther sat down next to Joyce and helped with the cooking. The evening sea breeze blew on their faces, bringing a slight chill, but it was dispersed by the warmth of the hotpot.

"I'll barbecue for you next time,” he said, putting his arm around Joyce.

Looking around, Joyce said, "You've gone all out, the tent is as good as a house, and there's a motorhome. This isn't campin

Luther chuckled softly, "Rare outings should be enjoyed to the fullest, how can | make you all uncomfortable?"