Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 221

Luther turned to leave.

After a while, Joyce felt someone undressing her.

She turned back.

When she saw Luther's magnified, handsome face right in front of her, she resisted, "Why are you

undressing me?"

"Do you want to keep your prison clothes on?" He said nonchalantly.

"Do not touch … Ah …" Because of the struggle, Joyce inadvertently pulled the wound on the back. A

cracking sharp pain immediately sent through her body and tears flowed out of her eyes.

Luther frowned and held her firmly by the shoulders as he coldly reproached, "Don't move."

She felt a cold touch against her back which felt just like a pair of scissors, followed by a slight chill

coming from her back, and she frowned, "Luther, what are you doing?"

"You can't take off your clothes the usual way, and the blood was dried and clotted. I'm afraid that it

would hurt really badly if we just tear them apart. Now I am cutting your shirt with scissors, and then

when we are taking care of your wound we could take off the pieces of cloth that are stuck to your

back." Luther said. "Click", he directly cut open her bra.

Then, "Click!” “Click!” “Click!" In no time, her prison uniform was cut into pieces and thrown onto the

ground.

Joyce blushed a little, "…"

So, just now he went to get the scissors.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

It had been a while after he cut the clothes into pieces, and he did nothing at all. But still, she could feel

a hot line of sight staring at her back constantly.

Half naked, Joyce felt very uncomfortable being watched by him all the time. Couldn’t this guy be more

conscious and cover her with a blanket? She could not move now, and could only let him be.

"Don't look, okay?" Her voice took on a bit of a grumpy tone.

"Does it hurt?" Luther asked suddenly.

His voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of patience, anger, and heartache.

The fire of anger that was just lit up in Joyce's heart was suddenly extinguished again.

She bit her lip and replied, "It's okay."

"Let me know who did this, and I'll have to kill her!" Luther said sternly.

"It's against the law to kill people." Joyce reminded.

Suddenly, she felt a soft lip, gently, kissing her back.

Near her wound, a heavy kiss was imprinted, lingering all the way down.

Joyce's face turned red at once.

What was he doing here?

No, she thought she was, at the moment, red in the ears, in the neck, all over. She didn't dare move a

muscle, her body getting tighter and tighter as he acted at his will.

In fact, even if she wanted to move, she could not move. She could only let him be.

She cursed in her heart. Damn Luther, what time was it now? And he was still thinking of taking

advantage of her. She would certainly teach him a good lesson when she recovered.

However, he was heartbroken that she was wounded, was this an indication that he believed her?

Would Luther believe that she didn't kill Stephanie and tamper with the will? After all, he easily believed

Shelly when she was set up before.

She couldn't help but be puzzled and even a little confused.

But still, she secretly warned herself, “Joyce you do not be confused by him, he may not believe you.”

She just hoped that he would hurry up and end this nonsense.

She was so ashamed of herself that she could hardly stand it.

Luckily at this point.

The doorbell rang.