Female Novel
Chapter 1684: Some Things Don'T Need To Be Asked
Chapter 1684: Some Things Don't Need to Be Asked
After Joyce got up, she had a few bites of breakfast and then sat in the living room to check her emails.
Kane had recently moved MufronQR's headquarters to the country, so there were quite a few things
she needed to follow up on.
Once she finished writing the emails and sent them out, she looked up and saw Luther coming out of
the bathroom.
She immediately felt something strange. Luther had come home in the morning and slept next to her.
She could clearly sense that he had taken a shower, as there was a faint scent of bath oil on his body.
After getting up, she saw Luther go to take a shower again before having breakfast.
And now he was coming out of the bathroom again, his hair clearly still damp.
It meant that he had taken a third shower.
That was just too strange.
She couldn't help but ask, "Why are you taking so many showers?"
Luther's body stiffened. Athena's repeated touches yesterday had pushed him to the edge. His severe
germophobia had resurfaced. Just the thought of it made him feel uncomfortable and eager to take a
shower.
He came up with an excuse, "My arms and back were a bit sore, so I rinsed them with hot water a few
more times."
Joyce didn't ask any further. "Is it because you're too busy? Take care of yourself. If you can't finish
everything, you can spread it out over a few days."
"Mm," Luther nodded as he put on his suit.
Joyce stood up and walked over to help him with his tie.
"You're not having lunch and leaving now?" she asked.
Luther leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Mm, there are still some things I need to take care of."
Joyce suddenly asked, "Any progress on Iris' situation?"
Luther's grip on her arm tightened for a moment, and after a brief pause, he said, "I checked all the
records of Mufron's hospitals, and there's no trace of Iris. If Iris is still in a comatose state, she would
definitely need a lot of medical resources. I suspect she has woken up. I have that feeling."
Hope surged in Joyce's eyes as she covered her mouth. "Really?"
She was a bit excited. "Otherwise, should I go and find Christian...?"
But she stopped in mid-sentence. After all, there was some conflict between Christian and Luther. She
didn't know the reason, but it wouldn't be appropriate for her to contact Christian proactively.
She glanced at Luther's expression. Seeing that he seemed calm, she shrugged. "It's been a long time
since I've contacted him."
"There's nothing between me and him," she added, afraid that Luther would misunderstand.
Luther smiled. "I know. You don't have to explain. If there's anything between you and him, even if he
saved you, I would really kill him."
Joyce's delicate face twitched. It seemed that Luther's animosity towards Christian was still strong.
"What deep grudge is there between you two?" Joyce finally voiced her curiosity. At this point, did they
still need to keep secrets between them? She really wanted to know the reason.
"When we were young, we used to be good friends, but we fell out because of some things. I'll tell you
later when I come back. I have a meeting and I'll be late," Luther said, glancing at his wrist. "I need to
go."
He bent down and kissed her cheek. "I'm leaving. I'll be back before 8 PM. Not like last night."
Before leaving, he said one more thing, explaining his all-night absence.
Joyce nodded and watched him leave.
There was still a lingering sense of doubt in her heart.
She walked into the bathroom and took out the clothes she needed to wash, as usual.
In the laundry basket, there was a shirt he had changed out of. She picked it up.
This time, she smelled the scent of perfume, different from last time. This time, the scent was much
stronger. She was certain it wasn't her imagination, nor was it something that had rubbed off from the
surroundings.
It was undeniably the scent of perfume.
She furrowed her brow and instinctively examined both sides of the shirt.
Eventually, on the sleeve, she found a faint trace of lipstick, a pink lipstick mark, just a hint of it, as if
someone's lips had brushed against it.
She stared at the shirt, standing still in the bathroom, lost in thought.
Perfume, lipstick.
He had been in contact with another woman.
A woman's intuition was usually accurate, and she was sure that he was hiding something from her.
Who was he with, staying out late for consecutive nights? If it was just work-related matters, why didn't
he tell her?
What was the secret he wanted tohide from her?
What did his early morning returns and morning intimacy mean?
She lifted her head and glanced at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her once rosy complexion now
seemed pale.
She turned on the tap and washed away the lipstick mark on his shirt until there was no trace left. At
least, except for her, she couldn't let anyone else find out.
She walked out of the bathroom and handed the clothes to Ivy for washing.
Darrin entered the living room at this moment.
Seeing Joyce's gloomy expression, he didn't know what she was thinking.
He approached and asked, "Commander, Mr. Warner seems to be coming back late these days."
He was a light sleeper, and he would wake up to any movement outside. So whenever Luther returned
by car, he knew.
"He came back at five in the morning today. You should know, right?" he asked tentatively.
Joyce nodded. "Yes, I know."
"Has Mr. Warner mentioned anything about what he's been up to? Do you need my help?" Darrin
asked again, observing Joyce's expression. "Do you want me to keep an eye on his whereabouts?
That's my specialty. Don't worry, I guarantee he won't find out."
Joyce looked up at Darrin and smiled lightly. "You're thinking too much. There's nothing to suspect. I
trust him. Some things don't need to be asked; he'll tell me when the time comes."
She knew that, for Darrin, she was the real master. She was the only one he needed to obey.
"Oh," Darrin replied, understanding her intention.
"If you have the free time, why don't you keep an eye on what Reuben and the others are up to? Their
visit to Pascaylia is probably not just for a family reunion," Joyce said.
"Yes, I'm also suspicious of their intentions. It might be related to the warlords," Darrin said, his
expression serious.
"That woman named Grizela, her temperament and martial arts skills are extraordinary. She doesn'tnovelbin
seem like an ordinary bodyguard. It's very likely that she's connected to the military or political
organizations. Keep an eye on her," Joyce instructed.
"Yes," Darrin agreed.
Grizela, yes, her ninjutsu and judo skills were top-notch. Her demeanor seemed to come from rigorous
training, while also paying great attention to etiquette and appearance. She was definitely not ordinary.
He needed to investigate thoroughly. Who was this Grizela, what was her background, and what was
her purpose in serving her master?