Female Novel
Chapter 828
Damn.
In fact, he should have thought of it. Otis had almost forced Joyce to drink that glass of red wine, so it
was impossible that there was nothing wrong with it.
Now, he was getting hotter and hotter, and his throat was so dry.
It was such a familiar feeling.
It took him back to the night more than four years ago when he was drugged, chased down and forced
to fall into a river. At that time, Joyce used a boomerang dart to drive off the killer and save him with her
virginity.
The same burning sensation… He was feeling like he was burning all over and all his cells were about
to explode.
Just, it shouldn't be like that.
Otis was very sophisticated and did not seem to be that impatient. How could he put aphrodisiac in the
wine?
Damn, it's a good thing she didn’t drink that wine.
He felt dizzy in his head and he was a little unsteady on his feet. His back was leaning against the
rapidly rising elevator, which made him even more dizzy and uncomfortable. Every second was such a
torture to him.
He kept looking at the floor number, and waited anxiously before they got to the top floor.
Joyce found that he was more and more strange. His sculpture like perfect cheeks were now tinged
with scarlet, and his already good-looking face was even more sexy and charming. His forehead was
covered with thin sweat, and his thin lips were slightly open, gently gasping for breath.
Could red wine even be that strong?
At this time, the elevator stopped with a "Ding".
The elevator then opened up.
"Do you want me to help you back to your room?" Joyce asked kindly.
After all, he drank so much only because he wanted to take her away from Otis' box.
Luther took a step out of the elevator and waved his hand at her, "No, you hurry back to your room, and
leave me here."
What was left of his sanity told him that he'd better be alone for the time being.
"But, you don't look like you're feeling well? Should I help you get some medicine?" She wasn't quite
sure, but obviously he looked out of sorts and was walking with an unsteady gait.
"No need. You should just go back now." He almost growled out, and his tone full of impatience.
He was feeling so hot all over, and an inexplicable frenzy flooded, or almost overwhelmed, him.
He was just about to lost control of himself.
Joyce could see that he was angry.
"Okay, call me if you need anything." Joyce had just walked to the door of her room and she took out
her room card and swiped it.
The door opened.
She muttered in her mind. What an unreasonable man. She must have been out of her mind to be so
kind to ask him.
Did he still think she was coming to him just for money? What an unpredictable man.
If he insisted that he would not need her help, then it’s fine. She could go to her room and take a rest
by herself.
As she walked into the room and closed the door behind her.
Suddenly, the door of the room was held firmly by a hand and flung open with great force immediately
afterwards.
The next moment, before she could even have the time to understand what had happened…
"Bang!"
Her entire body had been pinned hard against the wall by Luther, her back pressed against the cold
marble, and the man in front of her felt even hotter than fire.
"What the hell are you…"
She could not finish her words, and he suddenly lowered his head, and covered her slightly open red
lips with his hot lips.
He had lost control, completely. The moment she was about to close the door, he suddenly lost control
of himself and pushed the door open and barged into her room. His tall, lean body pressed her against
the wall.
At this moment, his body and mind were blazing like fire, and even his consciousness was beginning to
get blurry. His mouth was dry, and the heat was unbearable.
And her sweet lips and tongue seemed to be the best antidote.
He kept kissing her deeply, drawing from her the antidote he so desperately wanted.novelbin
The moment he kissed her, it was as if he had traveled back in time. It was her. It was her! It was
Joyce.
The familiar kiss. The familiar taste. It could never be wrong.
He remembered how it felt when he kissed her, and every kiss they had had been clearly and firmly
etched in his mind.