Female Novel
Chapter 917
Luther opened his thin lips, and could not even say a word.
Satisfied? Why should he be satisfied?
That's not what he wanted at all.
Although, her latest technology brought him enough visual shock.
She was so smart, so how could she not understand what he meant? She must have known what he
meant and she was doing it on purpose.
"Why do you carry such a thing around with you?" Luther grumbled discontentedly. He could never
imagine that she would actually be able to produce a gift for him on the spot.
"Mr. Warner, don't you forget, I was in a meeting and I happened to be introducing our new product.
You were the one who took me away by force, OK? Of course I had a mobile hard drive in my pocket,
and it was meant to be used."
She looked at him with amusement.
In fact, with his sultry face, she was even more certain that he would have been ill-intentioned in the
first place.
He wanted a gift in return? He just wanted to take advantage of her.
Oh, she's not going to let him get away with it.
Right now, looking at his crestfallen face, she felt particularly happy in her heart.
The corners of her lips could not help but pull up.
"Mr. Warner, if there's nothing else, I'll go back and continue the meeting."
Joyce said with a smile.
How dared this man to make fun of her. Now this time he should have learned the lesson.
Luther was exasperated and upset by her smug expression.
Suddenly, he frowned and reached out to take a firm grip on her wrist, trying to pull her to him.
She, on the other hand, instinctively stood away, thinking he was going to do it the hard way, and
directly threw a heavy punch to his chest.
"Ah."
Luther cried out in pain as he flexed his body, still holding her hand firmly in one hand and protecting
his chest with the other.
He seemed be in such a pain that his handsome face instantly whitened, and he gasped slightly, as if
he was trying desperately to endure the pain.
Joyce was instantly fluttered and took a look at her hands. Was the punch that hard?
He seemed to be in great pain. Did she really hurt him?
At this point, she recalled that he had said that he had been seriously injured and had seven broken
ribs.
Did she accidentally hit his old injury?
"Are you okay?" She bit her lower lip and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
Could it be that she just cracked his ribs where they were barely healing? Not really, when did she have
all the strength?
"It hurts. Of course it hurts." Luther kept grunting. He had almost curled up entirely and his handsome
face looked serious. There were even beads of sweat rolling down the side of his forehead, "Miss
Knowles, you are really merciless."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
Joyce saw his painful appearance and was a little panicked, "What should I do? Do you need to go to
the hospital to take a CT. How are you feeling? Where does it hurt?"novelbin
Her right hand was held tightly by him as he endured the pain. His hand was full of sweat, which was
also passed to her, and she felt her palm was hot and wet.
He held her right hand and refused to let go, so she had to raise her left hand and stroke his chest.
Anxiously, she asked, "Where does it hurt? Let me help you."
Suddenly, her left hand, too, was grabbed by him.
He raised his head, and a different kind of foreign luster was flowing out from his obsidian eyes.
The eyes were crystal bright, serious, affectionate, and mixed with a hint of ambiguity and
playfulness… He pulled her left hand to himself and pressed it gently against his chest.
"It hurts here. It's my heart. Do you feel it?"
"..."
It took her a moment to understand that she had been tricked by him.
He wasn't even hurt, and he was simply flirting with her.
"Boom", her cheeks were instantly lit up and became hot.
This damn man!