Female Novel
Chapter 913
Luther's dark eyes were locked firmly on her, as if he was looking right into her heart, and suddenly, he
reached out and cupped her delicate chin.
It was her. It was just her.
Although he had always suspected, and was almost certain before, that she was Joyce…
Right now, when he could finally completely confirm it, he still could not help but feel excited.
She fell from such a cliff and survived. It was already a miracle of miracles.
And their child, Anderson, also survived such a disaster.
She was still alive, and Anderson was their child.
At this moment, he thanked God for being so generous with him.
Golden sunlight seeped through, and the entire office seemed to be dyed with a layer of dazzling gold.
The surroundings were quiet and dreamlike.
Joyce noticed that he was not right, his breathing was rapid, and he was less calm than usual. Henovelbin
looked so serious and excited and less languid and even elegant than usual.
What's wrong with him, anyway?
"Let go of me."
She tried to push him away.
The moment he raised his hands, he suddenly grabbed her hands and pressed them firmly against the
glass window.
God, at that moment, she seemed to hear her wrist bones clucking against the glass window.
She didn't dare to struggle too much. After all, there was a glass window behind her.
She did not dare to shout out, either. After all, she believed there must have been quite a crow outside
the office now.
"What the hell do you want?" She looked away from him, not wanting to meet his eyes again.
His eyes were so hot that they seemed to be melting her.
Luther tried desperately to hold back, and he was taking deep breaths.
He didn't want to expose her now. God had already given him the greatest gift of all by returning her to
him, and at the same time, he had a son.
God was too generous to him.
He could not digest such exciting news, and he did not know how to express his emotions.
At this moment, he just wanted to take a good look at her.
He just wanted to hold her hand, to feel her presence, to feel that all this was not a dream, but real.
He didn't want to scare her, and he didn't want to force her.
Since she didn't want to appear in front of him with her real face, he would just let her do what she
wanted.
He would keep waiting, waiting for her to be willing to open up to him, waiting for her to be willing to
accept him again.
It had been four long years of hellish days, and he survived them all.
What harm could it do just to wait a bit longer?
Now, she was in front of his eyes, and this was the best thing in the world.
Joyce looked away, feeling his hot breath on her face and neck, and gradually, her whole body began
to heat up.
Once, in the office, he forced her, and although at that time she was somewhat voluntary, ultimately it
was nothing pleasant.
Right now, she was in the same situation.
He was not going to try to do something like that in the office, was he?
If that's the case, she would really have to hate him.
A long time passed, so long that she thought that he would not stop his crazy behavior.
He suddenly released his grip, pressed her shoulders and turned her around to face the glass window.
His handsome face resumed its bland expression and he said in a relaxed tone, "I didn't want to do
anything. I just wanted to invite Miss Knowles to enjoy the beauty of the Phoenix Mountain with me,
and that's all."
"..."
She was completely speechless.