Female Novel
Chapter 1996: Soul Pierced
Chapter 1996: Soul Pierced
Not long after finishing lunch, Joyce sat for a moment on the couch.
Luther returned on time, within 20 minutes. As soon as he got home, he embraced Joyce, asking,"How are you feeling? Did last night tire you out?"novelbin
Joyce gave him a sideways glance. "You have the nerve to ask? My whole body aches."
"I'll give you a massage," Luther said, making an effort to make her happy. His slender fingersgently kneaded her neck, then moved to her back, tracing her delicate curves.
"The back's fine, it's mainly my legs that ache," Joyce pouted. Since he was pampering her, shewanted him to perform well.
"Okay, dear," Luther chuckled, shaking his head, his hands then massaging her slender legs.
Joyce relaxed against him, feeling some relief from the soreness. But his hands seemed to pressdeeper, and the positioning was becoming more ambiguous.
Finally, she exclaimed and hurriedly grasped his hand. "What are you doing? Don't get carriedaway!"
Luther raised a seductive eyebrow and continued to explore further, saying, "I didn't do anythingunusual, just a normal massage."
"Nothing about this is normal," Joyce firmly restrained his wrist, "Don't play games, don't think I don'tknow what you're up to. This is the living room! Please be mindful of appearances!"
Luther laughed. "What can I do? You're just too alert."
With that, he abruptly seized her by the neck and pulled her toward him, passionately kissing her.
Joyce hadn't expected this sudden move from him, losing the opportunity to fight back. Now shecould only let him kiss her wildly. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Mrs. Hurley andMrs. Brown passing by, and quickly turned her face to avoid their gaze. This scene only made hermore furious, and she struggled a few times, but still couldn't escape Luther's constraint.
This man was out of line - ignoring the occasion, disregarding time, and being shameless at home.After Cecelia left, there were no elders at home, this meant he intended to go even further.
It wasn't until Luther voluntarily let go of Joyce that she gained freedom.
Breathless, Luther said, "I only do this in the presence of others. Just showing you, don't mind it."
"You!" show? Joyce was speechless with anger and couldn't even curse properly.
Teasing her, Luther felt particularly good, ogling her still-flushed countenance as if she were aninflated pufferfish. He couldn't help but pinch her cheek and peck it lightly twice.
Startled, Joyce leaned back, her back against the couch, fearful of any further inappropriate actions.
"Look at how scared you are," Luther chuckled, "Don't you know? The more you act like this, themore it stirs a man's desires."
"Oh, stop it," Joyce pushed him away, "Didn't you say the people from the bridal design companywere coming? Get up."
"Let's go, to the reception room. I'll carry you," Luther directly lifted Joyce and headed toward thereception room.
"Put me down, I have legs. It's not good for others to see," Joyce scolded, lightly tapping him, butnot wanting to use too much force.
Ignoring her, Luther carried her all the way to the reception room. This mansion featured a specialreception room, connected to the house while also accessible from outside, making it relativelyprivate and independent for visitors. Luther opened the security door and set Joyce down.
Inside the reception room, there were soft carpets, luxurious decorations, and top-notch amenities.A set of leather sofas worth millions was placed in the middle, accompanied by a marble coffeetable with exquisite British tableware holding a variety of tea snacks. The aroma of black tealingered lightly, already prepared.
Security personnel were awaiting the arrival of the bridal design company's representatives. Twometiculously dressed staff members bowed respectfully to Luther and then approached the sofa.Luther elegantly sat down, crossing his long legs. His cold, starry black eyes seemed to emit agravitational pull akin to a massive magnet in the Milky Way, adorned by a strikingly angular andhandsome face, accentuated by the indoor lighting.
The two staff members couldn't help casting a few more glances but dared not overstep theirbounds. Their admiration for Joyce was evident as they respectfully spoke, "Mr. Warner, the bridalgown is ready. Please allow madam to try it on."
On the side, hanging on a rack was a simple yet luxuriously elegant bridal gown. The staffrespectfully retrieved the gown and presented it to Joyce.
"Madam, this gown will surely suit you. Please allow us to assist you in trying it on."
Joyce nodded and walked toward the dressing area, Luther waved his hand and said, "Go, I'll waitfor you outside."
Without another word, Joyce followed the staff into the fitting room.
First, she put on an undershirt, followed by the dress. The staff helped her fasten the straps, and thedesign of the dress leaned toward a medieval and classical style. The staff then adorned Joyce witha pure platinum, dazzling diamond tiara personally designed by Luther.
"Madam, Mr. Warner designed this tiara for you. It's simply exquisite."
Joyce was stunned. Luther personally participated in designing and rapidly making such anexquisite piece? She adjusted the tiara, admiring her reflection in the mirror, radiating an air ofauthority and elegance that complemented her temperament perfectly. It was evident that he hadput considerable thought into it.
After dressing, Joyce opened the partition door, and Luther instantly looked up and was thoroughlystunned. He couldn't find the right words to describe what he beheld. He could only lament his lackof words, for he was truly at a loss for how to express what he saw before him.
In short, he felt that his very soul had been pierced by her beauty upon seeing her in a bridal gown.