Female Novel
Chapter 1798: No Need To Endure
Chapter 1798: No Need to Endure
Luther froze. Since leaving the Warner residence, he had indeed refrained from touching her for a long
time. Even though his body was already uncomfortable, her words made him even more restless,
burning like fire.
He lowered his head. "A kiss from you will be enough."
Having said that, he covered her lips, deepening the kiss, and entwined their tongues. Unable to touch,
he could only use kisses to alleviate the discomfort in his body, but it felt like a drop in the bucket. His
whole body became increasingly tense and hot, as if it was about to explode.
Joyce held onto the back of his neck and kissed him back. Her hand ventured downwards.
Suddenly, she parted her lips from his and lightly nibbled on his earlobe, her voice seductive. "No need
to endure, I'll help you."
Her boldness sent a chill down his spine.
...
After a long while, she lay beside him, listening to his heartbeat, which was even more intense than
before. She tightly held onto his waist until his heartbeat gradually calmed down.
His body was burning hot, causing her to break out in a thin layer of sweat.
Satisfied, Luther breathed lightly and lowered his head to look at her in his arms. He reached out and
gently pushed her damp hair behind her ear before lightly kissing her forehead.
"You don't have to do this for me."
He wiped the corner of her lips with his hand.
It was hard to imagine that the aloof and self-restrained Joyce would do such things for him.novelbin
Joyce didn't answer, she just buried her face in his embrace.
He lifted her up a bit, and the two of them leaned on each other, lying diagonally on the bed. He stroked
her long hair along her cheek and said, "Regarding Athena, you don't have any questions for me.
About the past?"
Joyce shook her head. "I'm not interested. I don't care about her affairs. I trust you, you don't have to
explain to me."
"Alright," Luther didn't say anything more.
"Are you hungry? Shall I get something for you to eat?" she asked.
"A little," Luther nodded.
"I'll go now. What do you want to eat?" she asked again, about to get up, but he stopped her.
"Don't move. You stay in bed and rest," he didn't want to let go, instead, he held her tighter.
He reached out and tapped her forehead. "You thought you were already fine? You lie down, I'll make
some food for you. What do you want to eat?"
Joyce smiled awkwardly. There was a moment just now when she forgot that she needed to rest in
bed. But she really wanted to get up and move a bit. She couldn't stand lying down all the time.
"Something light. I like the porridge you make," she said.
"Alright," Luther smiled and pinched her nose. Leaning over, he lingered on her lips, unable to resist
deeply kissing her again.
This kiss lasted a long time.
Until both of them were breathless.
After a short while, there was a commotion from upstairs.
It was probably Darrin and Anderson, who had finished setting up the home security system. Anderson
excitedly went downstairs, saying, "It's so cool. We've set up a three-layer firewall here, it's invincible.
No one can break in."
Passing by the second floor, Anderson saw the door open and rushed in.
"Dad, Mommy, I've connected the security system to your phones. You can check the situation at home
anytime. Once there's any movement, your phones will sound the alarm first."
Luther was still pressing down on Joyce when he saw Anderson come in. Instead of letting go, he
turned over and hugged Joyce, continuing to lie down, and waved at Anderson.
"Come here, are you tired? Do you want to rest for a while?"
He didn't have anything to hide in front of his son. During the period when he was often away from
home, Anderson must have felt uneasy. For a child, the cold treatment from his father to his mother
was an invisible harm.
Likewise, a father's love for his mother was the best family education for a child.
He hugged Joyce and, in front of Anderson, repeatedly kissed her cheek.
Joyce turned away, feeling a little embarrassed. "Don't do this in front of the child. It's not good."
"What's the problem? He has seen it before," he chuckled softly, and boldly kissed her lips, finally
feeling some sense of reality after missing her for so long.
Joyce gasped for breath and finally pushed him away.
Anderson hopped onto the big bed. "I'm really tired. Did you both rest just now, or have you already
woken up?"
Joyce gently touched Anderson's head. "We"Just woke up," she replied.
Luther got up and gave them space on the bed. "You guys sleep. I'll go prepare some food for you.
When you wake up, we can have some snacks."
"Okay," Anderson said, lying down in Joyce's embrace.
Joyce hugged Anderson, feeling particularly at ease. This time, Anderson didn't show any fear. After
experiencing a kidnapping and the recent explosion, fortunately, it didn't leave a deep psychological
impact on him.
Anderson was really tired and suddenly felt sleepy. He curled up in Joyce's arms and quickly fell
asleep.
Joyce gently stroked his back, relieved that Anderson was fine. She couldn't help but feel guilty when
she thought about Vicki, who was currently missing. She held Anderson even tighter, realizing that she
couldn't afford to lose anyone else. Alisha, Anderson, the child in her womb, and Luther-they were all
important to her.
Now, Alisha should have returned to the warlord's residence with Cecelia. She wondered if Alisha had
woken up yet and how she would react. It was a completely unfamiliar environment, and Alisha might
be scared. But with Cecelia there, she shouldn't have to worry.
Lost in her thoughts, Joyce grew tired and sleepy, and soon she entered the realm of dreams.
When she woke up, it was already dark outside. Joyce was surprised and instinctively looked at the
clock. It was already 7 p. m.
She must have been so tired that she slept for so long without realizing it.
Next to her, Anderson sensed the movement and woke up as well.
"Mummy, it's already dark. I'm so hungry!" Anderson sat up, turning on the light.
Joyce gently patted his back. "I'm hungry too. The meal should be ready by now. You can go
downstairs and eat."
"Mummy, I'll bring you something to eat," Anderson offered thoughtfully.
Just as he said that, Luther pushed the door open. He had heard the commotion downstairs. Seeing
that they were awake, he smiled and said, "You're both awake. Let's have dinner."
Anderson said, "I was about to bring something for Mummy. Mummy can't get out of bed."
Luther approached them. "Who said that? I'll carry her downstairs."
With that, he walked over, lifted Joyce from the bed, and carried her to the door, then all the way
downstairs to the dining room.
There was a table full of dishes, not snacks, but a sumptuous dinner. Steak, codfish, drunken shrimp
with lemon, grilled eel, seafood congee-everything Anderson loved to eat was there.
Anderson happily sat down. "What a feast! Let's dig in!"
He picked up his fork and took a piece of steak, stuffing his mouth full.
"Put me down. I can walk," Joyce felt a little embarrassed because Darrin was also in the living room.
"The doctor's orders weren't absolute. Normal activities are fine."
"I just wanted to carry you," Luther placed her on a chair and gently nibbled her earlobe.
Joyce turned her face away, her cheeks heating up.
Darrin stood not far away, looking at the scene and feeling a sense of peace. He hoped that this calm
and peaceful days could last a little longer.