Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

Luther left his seat, picked up his suit, and put it on, striding out of the president’s exclusive office.

When he got to the door, he suddenly remembered that he hadn’t taken his gun permit and went back to get it and put it in his suit pocket.

Immediately after, he strode into the public elevator and presses the 12th-floor button.

When he reached the automotive R&D project team on the 12th floor, he was slightly stunned when the elevator doors opened and Charlotte was standing at the elevator door.

Charlotte was thinking about whether she should go to the 88th floor to find Luther.

In the midst of the hesitation, she didn’t expect Luther to come down on his own.

Joyce hasn’t seen Luther in days since her marriage license with him was revealed.

Today was also her first day back to work in the automotive project team after many days.

There was a lot of talk about her in the group, and because of her status as the general’s daughter, people didn’t dare to say it to her face. But behind her back, the rumor had long spread, and she was not unaware of it. Her marriage contract, right now, was like a joke.

The moment Luther saw Charlotte, they both felt a bit awkward.

It was always difficult for him to approach this woman who saved his life.

He smiled politely at her and didn’t know what he could say.

Just as she was about to stagger away, Charlotte suddenly reached out and timidly tugged on his arm, “Luther, can I talk to you for a minute?”

About the gossip in the group, the pressure Charlotte felt, and the fact that their engagement had become a joke, Luther was naturally aware of them all. With a guilty conscience, he nodded, “Good.”

Charlotte pulled Luther around the corner, tears in her eyes before she could speak.

“I’m sorry, did I cause you any trouble?” Taking a step back was what Charlotte could do best.

“If you don’t think it’s right, I can stop coming to the group.” She choked, her crystal teardrops already falling all the way down her thin, fragile shoulders.

With such a look on her face, Luther’s heart felt even worse, and promised, “I will forbid the staff to talk about it privately, so you can go to work without worry.”

He handed her a handkerchief, “I’m sorry, I didn’t expect such an accident. Now you can only bear it for a while longer.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Charlotte nodded, “I can wait, Luther, I’m, I’m just worried you’ll get further and further away from me.”

She lifted her head, looked shy, and held out one hand, biting her lip, “Can I touch you?”

Luther’s long eyebrows furrowed lightly. He felt surprised, but he did not refuse.

Charlotte pretended to be inexperienced and reached out to gently stroke the side of his handsome face before she quickly withdrew her hand.

She said shyly, “Thanks, that gives me a touch of reality. Luther, you are like a dream to me, unreachable and unattainable.”

The more she spoke, the more she choked up, almost sobbing.

“Don’t think too much about it, take care of yourself.”

At that moment, Luther caught a glimpse of Joyce from the corner of his eyes. She was dressed in blue casual clothes today. She looked refreshing, coming around the corner and was only a few more steps away from them.

When he saw how relaxed and happy Joyce was, he was instantly in a bad mood.

Was he the only one who could not sleep at night?

Suddenly, he reached up to Charlotte’s tear-stained cheek and wiped her tears with his thumb.

And Joyce saw them.

He leaned down, lowered his head, and wanted to kiss Charlotte …