Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 219

"Mister Luther, if there's nothing else, I'll go back first." With that, she turned around and was leaving.

"Hold on." Luther suddenly reached out and yanked her back. Her distant tone, disdainful look, and the

irony of calling her "Mister" made him feel depressed.

He had pulled too hard. Joyce's back was already suffering from her wound, and now she felt the

wound was cracked open again, and a heartbreaking pain came through her body.

"Ah." She couldn't help but grit her teeth in pain and bend down, clutching the table with one hand as

beads of cold sweat emerged from her forehead.

She didn’t look too well, and his harsh gaze swept over her back. To his surprise, there were

bloodstains on her back. He was shocked and quickly took off her jacket.

It had been too late to stop him, so she just let him take it off, revealing the short-sleeved undershirt

inside.

And her bloodstained back was completely in front of his eyes.

He drew a cold breath.

He had noticed that her face was a little pale, and originally he thought she had not rested well in the

past two days. To his surprise, she was wounded.

The short was cut open, revealing a long bloody wound. From the blood clots, there was more and

more blood oozing out and flowing down. It looked just horrible.

"Why are you injured? It looks like a whip?" He was instantly furious, "How could the guards torture

you? Who did this?"

Joyce's lips turned white with the pain and she pushed him away with all her might, struggling to put

her jacket back on to block the wound, "Don't you care."

She gritted her teeth against the pain and trudged to the door.

Just about to open the door.

Luther suddenly pressed the door firmly shut, and his broad arms enveloped her whole body in his

arms, "Don't go. I'm here to take you away tonight, and Aaron is outside taking care of the procedures

to bail you out. I think it's almost done."

Before he came to the detention center, he had paid a bail of 100 million and personally found the

director of the detention center and asked him for permission to go to the detention center at any time

for the procedure.

He couldn't wait until tomorrow and had come here at midnight to bail her out. Sure enough, he was

right. In this hellhole, Joyce could not stay one more night.

"Bail?" Joyce frowned and refused in a cold voice, "I don't need it, I'll walk out of here clean."

"Don't be silly, you're injured. Do you have a chance to live if you stay here?" Luther was annoyed at

her stubbornness and felt even angrier that someone even wanted to torture his wife in a detention

center.

What a lawless place!

"It's not your job to worry about my life. I'm going to my room, and I don't need bail." NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

Joyce reached out to open the door, but could not move as she was blocked by his burning body.

"Stay here and you don't want to go to Grandma's funeral? You are not going to see her one last time?"

Luther asked in a deep voice.

Joyce's body shook hard, the words got directly to the bottom of her heart, where it hurt the most.

Of course, she wanted to see Grandma one last time; of course, she wanted to see Grandma rest in

peace. She treated Grandma as her family! But they treated her as a murderer. What could she even

do?

She was caught off guard, and the tears that she had tried so hard to hold back these days, flew down

uncontrollably.

She was so sad and her mind was all blank.

She tried to wipe away her tears, but the more she wiped, the more she got.

He reached out to wipe away the crystalline tears on her cheeks and took her hand.

He opened the door, "Come on, let's go home."