Female Novel
Chapter 2008: Catching A Turtle In A Pot
Chapter 2008: Catching a Turtle in a Pot
As the wedding approached, the household grew increasingly busy. After testing a few nannies,Joyce and Luther found that things around them seemed calmer, almost as if the storm hadsuddenly subsided, returning to the tranquil depths of the sea. Yet, a sense of unease lingered inthe air.
On this day, Luther returned home, only to find no sign of Joyce. Just then, Elsa passed by, andLuther approached her, asking, "Have you seen Joyce?" Elsa responded, "I saw madam on thethird-floor terrace." Luther immediately headed to the terrace to find Joyce.
Pushing open the glass door, he saw Joyce lying diagonally on a beach chair, basking in the sun.She seemed to be asleep, with the thin blanket that covered her now lying on the ground. Luthergingerly picked up the blanket and carefully draped it over her.
These days, she must have been tired. Initially, she took turns carrying Wilson or Cullen back to theroom every day, spending nights putting the children to sleep. Eventually, she even moved into thenursery, watching over the children day and night. The nannies assumed Joyce was just wanting tobe more hands-on with her children after giving birth, showing no signs of concern or unease.Meanwhile, Luther focused more on watching over Anderson and Iris.
After a brief nap, Joyce sensed someone by her side and woke up abruptly. Sitting up suddenly, shelooked at the visitor and, upon seeing Luther, let out a sigh of relief. "You're back so early?" sheinquired.
Sitting beside her, Luther embraced her, "Did I wake you up?" Joyce hugged Luther back, gentlyshaking her head, "No, I was sunbathing with Wilson and Cullen before. Now that they're back inthe nursery, I'm just lying here. If you come back, just wake me up."
Running his fingers through her soft hair, Luther suggested, "If you're tired, rest in my arms andhave a little more sleep." Joyce shook her head, "Not tired. By the way, what about Mrs. Powell'ssituation?"
In a low voice, Luther replied, "I checked all the accounts under their name, as well as her relativesand son. There was no abnormal financial activity, and I also went through their communicationnumbers thoroughly. There were no signs of anything suspicious."
Deep in thought, Joyce remarked, "In observing her these recent times, I also find it unlikely. Aperson's character and cognition don't change easily. She doesn't seem like that type of person, butI won't let my guard down."
Continuing, Luther added, "I've already arranged for her son's college matters. He's indeed atalented child in biochemistry, having won multiple competitions. I've applied for scholarships andspecial sponsorships for him. He won't have to worry about tuition fees anymore."novelbin
"Mis. Powell is proud, so giving her money directly is out of the question. This approach seemsmore appropriate. I'll tell her later," Joyce sat up, asking about the time and when Anderson and Iriswere due back.
Luther held her again, "They'll be back in half an hour. You should lie down for a bit more.Tomorrow, Anderson and Iris will be taking time off from school. We're all going to South Island forthe wedding and full moon banquet, everything has been prepared."
Joyce leaned against him, "I haven't asked you yet. Why did you choose to hold the wedding onSouth Island? Do you have a plan?"
Caressing her arm, Luther explained, "South Island is closest to Khebury, and it's a small island thatbelongs to me. Years ago, I turned it into a resort. This time, I've cleared the entire island for ourwedding. With its unique sea-surrounded location, I can detect any anomalies immediately. All
guests must travel to the island on small yachts provided by me, ensuring strict security checkseliminate any suspicious devices. I have complete control over all communication signals on theisland, be it low-frequency waves or satellites, no one can transmit messages off the island."
Looking into Luther's eyes, Joyce cupped his chin and smiled, "Look at you, Mr. CEO. After beingwith me, you've become the director of the Intelligence Agency. It seems like you'll be in charge ofnational security in the future."
Luther gave her a look, "Stop teasing me. Is there anything else you think we've overlooked?"
Thinking for a moment, Joyce replied, "Your plan is well thought out, mainly focused on securitysystems. I'll look into that too. I don't have any other suggestions. Your approach feels like catchinga turtle in a pot. Not even a mosquito can fly in or out. Do you think the other party will take action atour wedding?"
Luther's gaze turned cold, "I waited five full years to have this wedding with you. Privately, I don'twant anyone to ruin it. Even if they make a move, I'll make sure they have no way back."
Hooking her neck, Joyce mused, "If they have a plan, it's easy to expose on South Island. For us,it's also an opportunity. We can catch them early on and not worry."
Luther nodded, "I know." His eyes hinted at a trap, waiting for the other party to take the bait.
He hesitated, about to say something but ultimately holding back. This time, he would bear theburden alone. He already had a suspect in mind but needed confirmation.
Joyce, oblivious to Luther's change in demeanor, simply leaned on him, savoring the feeling ofpeace at that moment. Luther embraced her for a while, then lowered his head, lifting her chin,pressing his lips against hers.
Starting softly, their kiss deepened gradually, lips interlocked, reluctant to part. Joyce wasaccustomed to their intimacies and naturally wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer.These days, they were both busy, sleeping apart at night with no time or thought for intimacy.
But this kiss became irresistible. Joyce maintained her composure, aware that they were on theterrace. When Luther reached to undo her clothes, she stopped him, sensing it wasn't quiteappropriate.
At that moment, Elsa's voice was heard from beyond the terrace, "Madam, Mr. Warner, Anderson,and Iris are back. They're looking for you."
Luther quickly sat up, clearing his throat, a hint of hoarseness in his voice, "Got it. You go downfirst."
Joyce also turned away, catching her breath.
Seeing their intimacy, Elsa showed no surprise or embarrassment, simply replying, "Okay."