Female Novel
Chapter 881
He moved away her hand that was covering his mouth and yelled, "Stop it!"
It was as if she was scared by his irritated voice.
She froze, her hand stopped, and her big misty innocent eyes kept blinking at him, as if she didn't know
what she had done wrong.
She looked so pitiful.
His heart instantly softened and he couldn't bear to be harsh to her. He softly coaxed, "You sleep here
for a while, and I'll go buy you sobriety pills. Be a good girl, ok?"
Then he gently lowered her to the top of the couch, "Wait for me for a moment."
She nodded quietly.
However, at the moment when he was about to get up…
She suddenly reached out and pulled him down hard.
At this moment, before he could understand what happened, their lips had been pressed tightly
together.
He shuddered violently. She felt so warm and soft and there was her strong intoxicating alcoholic
aroma. He felt like he was drunk too.
She felt hungry, and right in front of her, she seemed to see a delicious feast and she didn't hesitate to
nibble on it.
His dark eyes widened and he looked at her incredulously.
She took the initiative to … kiss her?
He felt his sanity had collapsed in a flash. He closed his eyes and kept kissing deeper and deeper. She
smelled so good, so sweet, so soft, and he felt some part of him was swelling. His consciousness was
fading, and he couldn't control it anymore.
The next day.
When Joyce woke up, she found herself lying in bed.
The bright sunlight had reached the bed, warm and cozy.
She felt her head was splitting, and she was aching all over. Damn alcohol! How strong that must be!
She barely opened her eyes and looked around. This was her own room.
She was wearing a nightgown and inside …
She was shocked, and hurriedly sat up and touched the inside of her pajamas. Luckily, her underwear
was still in place.
The petticoat of her dress was also there, so it looked like someone just took off her dress and helped
her put her nightgown on.
Inside her room, it was neat and tidy, without a trace of clutter.novelbin
On top of the sofa next to the bed, her black mink shawl, her handbag, her room card, and her cell
phone were all neatly placed.
Hell, she'd completely forgot what happened last night! Damn hangover.
All she remembered was she getting off the elevator from the ballroom and meeting Luther after the
elevator opened.
After that, she got into his sports car.
And after that, she could not remember anything at all! Her mind was blank and she couldn't remember
anything.
How on earth did she get back to her room, and what did she do last night?
She had no memory of it at all.
To be sure, Luther sent her back and changed her into her pajamas again.
When she thought of this, she hurriedly got out of bed and rushed out of the room, but inside the empty
suite, Luther was nowhere to be found.
He didn't sleep with her last night, nor did he sleep on top of the couch.
He would be so good?
He just sent her to her room? Without doing anything?
She looked around suspiciously and there was really nothing wrong that she could find.
Her head hurt. She went into the bathroom, removed her mask, then turned on the faucet and took a
nice hot shower to wash away the sticky and alcoholic smell.
Then she dried her hair, reapplied the mask and changed into a loose casual dress.
After getting herself all cleaned up, she decided to go to Luther's presidential suite and ask him.
Last night, what happened afterwards?