Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

Joyce lamented.

What was Grandma up to? On purpose?

Was it an unlucky day for her? It was so hard to get Luther back, and her grandmother caught her in the act.

Under the “watchful eyes” of Grandma, Joyce dragged Luther into his bedroom and threw him onto the bed.

She was tired and panting. Her forehead was covered with sweat.

Wait, why was this scene so familiar?

Joyce recalled the last time she rescued a man from the river. He was also this heavy, about the same height. Even the feeling of his body was similar. Last time she was in the suburban hotel and not able to take off his pants to verify something. The automotive project team made her busy, so she forgot about it.

Today’s scene aroused her strong suspicions again.

She had to confirm it.

Could it be Luther, the person she saved and took her virginity at the time?

Luther was drunken and felt asleep, lying motionless on the bed with his chest up and down.

Joyce gritted her teeth and gently walked forward.

She reached decisively her hands for his belt.

After unbuckling the belt, quick as a flash, she removed his pants.

The sculpture-like perfection of her body pierced her eyes. Thinking back in the car …

God …

She closed her eyes for a moment, and felt her cheeks burning like fire.

It was just so humiliating to do something like this.

However, the sight in front of her made her in a dilemma. His legs were white and proportionate. Just … both legs had scars with new and old injuries. Deep and shallow.

God, what had happened to him?

Joyce had a strange feeling. She didn’t expect that he, who was usually bossing people around, had also experienced things that were not known to people.

Why exactly did he get these wounds? There were grazes from bullets and injuries from knifes.

That touched her heart.

Right now, she can’t even tell from the wounds if he was the one she saved last time.

Joyce sighed. Forgot it if he was not the one.

It was Luther’s room, so she could found out a pair of his pants out of the closet and put them on him.

After the changing.

She reluctantly changed his shirt again in order to cover up the fact that she just wanted to take off his pants.

He got a robust physique, strong muscular lines, long and slender legs.

Her face was getting hot when she was changing clothes for him. So she simply turned off the light to not to see him.

But with the lights off, she can’t see.

You can only groped around on him.

The more she touched his body, the hotter it felt.

It was hard to do it, and she felt like she was going crazily hot and sweaty too.

After covering him with the blanket, she dashed into the bathroom to take a shower.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

After showering, she lay down on the couch with a blanket and went to sleep.

Sleeping in the same room with him always made she feel uneasy.

Joyce was dazed before she fell asleep.

Early the next morning.

“Clatter.”

Joyce was awakened by the sound of water in the bathroom.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and slowly opened them. The curtains had been pulled back and the morning daylight shone in.

Next to the bed, Luther’s clothes were thrown all over the place, messy as if something had happened last night.