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Chapter 1629 Don't Think of Prevailing
Chapter 1629 Don't Think of Prevailing
Four days later.
Today there was an important public event in the military faction. In recent days after the merger of the
military factions, they had carried out swift reforms to restore military discipline from top to bottom. In
just a few short days, everything had already taken on a completely new look.
The conservative, corrupt, and secretly villainous factions were all stripped of their military ranks and
actual power, left only to live out the rest of their days in retirement.
Ralph had shown them some mercy, giving them a way out.
Now, those in charge of the military faction's actual power were all Ralph's confidants, as well as
supporters of the military discipline cleanup policy.
Clearly, for a long time to come, the military faction would defend the country and benefit the people
with an entirely new lineup.
This had also been the century-old Heath family military faction's long-cherished wish all along.
Finally, taking advantage of this opportunity of splitting up and merging back together, they had
achieved their goal.
Today, the military faction had an important public commendation and conferral of ranks ceremony, for
both internal and external purposes.
Of course Joyce needed to attend.
For her important role in capturing Otis, she would be awarded a first class medal at the commendation
ceremony.
In the morning, Joyce set an alarm.
At six o'clock, the shrill ring of the alarm sounded and she jerked awake, getting up to get dressed and
made up.
Usually she didn't care much about dressing up, but today she was inevitably a little nervous about
making her first appearance in front of all the high-ranking generals of the military faction.
She had tossed and turned last night, unable to fall asleep no matter what.
In the end, it was only when Luther held her in his arms and forced her that she finally fell asleep.
The sky was not yet bright and the room was pitch dark.
Hearing the alarm, Luther pressed Joyce down, "The medal presentation isn't until ten, the sun hasn't
even come up yet, why are you getting up?"
"I'm getting up to change clothes." Joyce wanted to sit up, but his leg was pressing down on her,
rendering her unable to move.
"It's early yet. Sleep a while longer." Luther dissatisfiedly put his arms around her.
"You can sleep if you want, but I can't sleep." Joyce pushed at him. "There will be so many people
there today, I need to get ready."
"There's nothing that needs getting ready. You're the most beautiful and elegant young commander in
the world. All you need to do is stand there and you'll be the focus of the entire venue." Luther firmly
held her down. "Be good, even getting up at eight would be rushed. It's too early now. Don't worry,
Andres and I will be there with you to cheer you on."
"I, I'm a little nervous." Joyce still couldn't push him away no matter how she tried. She bit her lip, her
body taut, feeling a bit anxious.
Luther sobered up a little. He propped himself up on one elbow and looked at her askance.
Even in the dark of the pre-dawn, although it was hard to see, her alluring profile, curvaceous figure,
and fragrant scent intoxicated him every bit as much. Remembering being with her constantly day and
night these past days, it had been an exceptionally fulfilling time.
Suddenly, he grinned wickedly, "You're nervous? Let me help you relax and unwind."
Joyce was startled.
How was he going to help her relax?
Before she could react, he had already flipped her beneath him, using his warm lips to stifle all her
protests. What followed was unbridled ravishment. His wounds had healed and today he could finally
take action with his body instead of having to "beg" her every day.
She glared at him wide-eyed, unable to break free.
So this was what he meant by helping her relax.
In the end, all of Joyce's indignation melted away in his lingering tenderness.
Afterwards, exhausted, she nestled in his embrace and took a nap.
Her body certainly was no longer taut, and her mind relaxed as well.
Luther held her, glancing at the time. After the gratifying release of a moment ago, he was wide awake.
Holding her now, he felt an exceptional sense of satisfaction, knowing she hadn't slept well last night.
He planned to wake her at eight to let her rest a while longer.
At eight, even Anderson was awake.
He ran to his parents' room and shouted excitedly, "Dad, Mom, time to get up! Today is the conferral of
ranks ceremony!"
Joyce's eyes flew open and she shoved Luther away to sit up, "What time is it?!"
Luther stroked her long hair. "Just turned eight. Plenty of time. Aaron already brought breakfast up to
the dining room. At nine he'll drive us to the ceremony venue, we'll make it."
Anderson stood in the doorway. "Mom, I'm going to go brush my teeth and wash my face and get
changed!"
After speaking, Anderson bounced away.
Joyce let out a low exclamation and turned to glare fiercely at Luther. "It's so late, heavens, I won't
have time! This is all your fault, thinking about those things first thing in the morning. Despicable!"
Luther chucklingly put his arm around her waist. "What's wrong? You seem much more relaxed now,
and your spirit is not bad either. It's all thanks to me."
Joyce was speechless, giving him an icy look.
She hurriedly got up to wash and dress, while urging Luther at the same time, "You need to hurry up
too."
"Don't worry, I already had Aaron bring up breakfast, it's set out in the dining room. He'll drive us to the
ceremony at nine, we'll make it." Luther threw back the blankets and got out of bed, moving with perfect
elegance.
Joyce didn't want to say anything more to him. She washed up hastily, wolfed down a few bites of
breakfast, then changed into her formal military uniform. She put on makeup in record time, applying it
lightly.
When she emerged from the dressing room, Luther felt his breathing hitch.
Just now he had also changed into a tailored dark blue suit, paired with a tie in the same color scheme,
with sapphire cufflinks at the wrists. With his unmatched handsome looks and peerless elegance, no
description could be more fitting.
But the Joyce before his eyes now shone so brightly she made him forget to breathe.
He didn't know what words could depict the sight before him.
The ink green military uniform was as bold and vigorous as the heavens, the ramrod posture, the
glittering gold epaulettes blinding to behold.
Her perfect face, aloof aura, bright eyes.
He only felt his body tighten.
The intimacy of the morning was far from enough to satisfy him.
At this moment, his whole body was hot, his throat dry.
He stepped toward her, the heat in his eyes impossible to conceal.
Joyce wasn't stupid. Living together day and night, she was long familiar with the look in his eyes.
Whenever he showed this look, she knew what he wanted to do.
She clutched the front of her clothes warily and took a step back, warning:
"Don't even think about it! We're leaving in ten minutes! Don't touch me! Stay away from me!"
As she spoke, she watched him warily, sidling away from him bit by bit as if avoiding a thief.
This man's libido had clearly gone to his head recently, seeking satisfaction every day yet still not
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Luther suddenly grabbed her from behind, pulling her to his side.
Joyce was startled by him. She instinctively tried to break free.
But he leaned to her ear and murmured low, "I know there's no time now. After the presentation, don't
change your clothes. We'll find a place..."
"Scram!" Joyce glowered at him.
This man was too much.
Luther just laughed. Angry or not, she would eventually succumb to him in the end.
At this time Anderson poked out his little head. He was wearing a cool little black suit.
"Dad, Mom, what are you doing? Can we go now?"
Joyce was granted a reprieve. She immediately escaped from Luther's side, leading Anderson out by
the hand. "Alright, let's head out now."
As she turned, she didn't forget to give Luther an icy glare.
She certainly wouldn't let him have his way! As if!