Female Novel
Chapter 633
"Pop!" A crisp slap sounded abruptly in the room.
Luther was caught off guard, and took a hard slap from Joyce.
He felt hot on his face. Obviously, she did not hit lightly. In addition to the pain on his face, he felt more
shocked in his heart. This damn woman! She just never failed to surprise him.
Taking advantage of his moment of distraction, she pushed him away. After the weight of him left her
body, she quickly sat up, pulled her dress up and buttoned it. Her fingers, which kept trembling, could
not fasten a simple button several times.
She could not help but feel upset. Large teardrops kept gushing out from her bright eyes and slippednovelbin
down her cheeks like a broken string of beads.
She did not want to show weakness in front of him, and she was even less willing to cry in front of him.
She raised her hand to wipe her tears, but the more she wiped, the more teardrops kept flowing down.
Remorse, shame, anger – countless emotions crossed her heart. She could not forgive herself for her
bottomless indulgence, for not resisting him to the end, and for even enjoying what they did in the end.
The last time, in the office, she did not dare to make a sound because she was afraid that she might be
heard by others and she could only let him have her silently.
But this time, obviously he humiliated her, ridiculed her, and trampled on her dignity, why did she finally
give up her resistance?
This was terrible.
There was only one reason, deep in her bones, she still cared about him.
She hadn't really realized that until today, until that moment just now. Her attitude toward him had
begun to change as early as after the Hill Benjamin kidnapping. He had just entered her heart. She had
developed feelings for him.
That's why she felt overwhelmingly disappointed and sad inside when she knew he had lost that
precious memory.
The reason for her indulgence was because he was literally in his heart.
The reason for the shame and indignance she was feeling now was because she was deeply hurt by
him.
Even if she didn’t want to admit it, she could not deny the fact that she felt sad simply because she
loved him.
And that slap snapped Luther out of his frenzy.
The euphoria had not yet subsided, and he still could feel the soul-crushing sensation.
In fact, when he asked her how she felt just now, he didn't mean anything else. It was simply because
he was still immersed in that pleasure.
And she actually slapped him on his cheek.
This was the second time she slapped him.
This time, to his surprise, he did not feel angry at all. Actually, he had never seen her cry before.
At the moment, she was shedding tears silently. It was obvious that she was trying hard to restrain
herself. She kept taking deep breaths but she simply could not control it.
It was as if his heart was stung by the way she looked now, and he felt like his heart was stabbed by
thousands of needles. He never knew that it could be so heartbreaking just to see a woman crying.
All these years, he loathed women crying the most. His mother Jacqueline always cried secretly
because his grandmother was strong and domineering, and he felt that she was useless. His sister,
because of her arrogant nature, always cried out because she could never get enough, and he felt that
she was annoying.
That was also why he had no sympathy or empathy when he saw Charlotte's tears and her fragile
weak appearance.