Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

Just then, a short distance directly in front.

In the darkness of the night, a black shadow came straight towards her, like salvation from hell.

It was Luther who rushed toward Joyce.

The very moment Thomas grabbed Joyce by the shoulders and ripped her shirt off.

With an over-the-shoulder slam, Luther threw Thomas hard to the ground.

Luther was a third-degree black belt in taekwondo, and with a few agile movements, he dealt with Thomas quite easily. The last time he was chased, the other three were professional killers and had guns, and he was drugged and injured before he was forced to jump into the Han River.

Thomas knew that his identity could not be exposed, and hurriedly scampered into the abandoned residential building. The old neighborhood had a complex structure, and he instantly disappeared without a trace.

Luther put an arm around Joyce, who had fallen to the ground, and held her tightly in his arms. When he saw that her clothes were torn and tattered, and her beauty could hardly be hidden with the rugs remaining, he hurriedly took off his suit to wrap her up.

His heart thumped so hard that she couldn’t calm it down.

It was so close and she was almost defiled. It was too close.

Earlier, he dialed her number, and when he got through, there was no answer.

However, what happened next, when she was attacked, and the sound was clearly transmitted to him through the phone.

He was anxious in the car and had never been so flustered.

Aaron was even racing around the city at over 200 mph, ignoring every red light all the way.

On the way, he checked the map and thought that Joyce must be in the long-abandoned alley.

Once parked, Luther rushed into the alley.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Aaron parked his car and also darted to follow, anxious, “Luther, I’ll go after it.”

He admires Joyce from the bottom of his heart and was furious to see how Joyce was bullied.

“Wait, no need to chase. Take us home first.” Luther had Joyce in his arms, and he was not chasing the man just because he found this woman…

Not right.

Joyce’s consciousness was blurred and disoriented, her face abnormally scarlet, and her whole body frighteningly hot.

Luther knew what was going on with Joyce.

Could it be that she was drugged?

He had experienced all the same, and he knew how hard it must be for her right now.

“Luther, why didn’t we chase that man? Damn, there’s no surveillance around here, let this bastard go for nothing.” Aaron was depressed to the core and indignant.

“Something’s not right with her. She’s been drugged.” Luther scooped Joyce up in his arms and ran in strides toward the car, carrying her into the back seat of the Bentley.

Aaron immediately turned serious. Although he was not willing to let the man go, he also knew that right now Joyce was more important. He hurriedly git into the driver’s seat, started it up, stepped on the gas, and sped away.

In the back seat of the Bentley.

Joyce’s gaze is getting lax, and the inexplicable desire was getting stronger and stronger as if countless ants were gnawing at her body incessantly. The embrace holding her felt so cool and comfortable, like an antidote, and she couldn’t help but cling to it with a contented sigh.

Luther frowned, looking at her wriggling in his arms while her eyes were filled with watery mist.

He knew how she must be feeling right now. He was drugged like this before and finally lost his mind before he had sex with Charlotte.

Joyce didn’t know what she really wanted. Her flushed cheeks and bewildered eyes make her look even more sexy and gorgeous.

It felt just comfortable next to him. She suddenly reached out her arms around Luther’s neck, and her soft red lips were rest on his.

Like a thirst for an antidote.

Luther’s body was stunned and his back straightened.

Her refreshing fragrance puffed into his nostrils with the mellow scent of light champagne, soft lilacs unleashed between his lips. It was eager, burning, and uncontrollable.

Luther tightened his brow, feeling only the edge of his repressed sanity disintegrating.

Somewhere a fire burned up and cold sweat gurgled down from his forehead.

Joyce was completely out of control, and her hands were extremely restless, lighting fires everywhere around his body.

Luther’s shirt was almost all open. He could not stand it any longer. He grabbed her fidgeting hands and looked at her with burning eyes, “Do you know what you are doing?”

“It’s hot, I’m so hot.”

Joyce continued to start a fire regardless, and if she were to sober up and know what she was doing now, she would be ashamed of herself.

She was driving Luther crazy, and he could only hold her hands, his voice hoarse, coaxing, “Good girl, not here, bear it, we will soon be home.”

He must be so insane to have her in the car.

What’s more, Aaron was driving.

The battle was the back was so hot and intense that Aaron didn’t even dare to raise his eyes to look in the rearview mirror. His face and even his ears now were scarlet.

Aaron drove all the way back to the Warner family’s old house, covered in sweat.

Luther picked up Joyce, ran into the house with great strides, went upstairs, and put her to bed.

Once she got to the soft bed, Joyce gasped in comfort, and her hands firmly hooked around his neck, refusing to let go.

Once again, she pulled him down, he fell on the bed, and she began kissing him again on the lips.

Her kissing was poor and rough, yet that damn soft lips were as if he could feel the sweetness rippling through his heart.

He closed his eyes, not wanting to think anymore.

It was clearly her who was drugged.

Instead, it was like he was drugged as well. His panting was getting heavier and heavier, and he looked compassionately at Joyce.

Joyce could no longer see his face clearly, and her reason was swallowed up a little by the darkness.

“It’s going to hurt a little, bear with it.” Luther coaxed softly as he reached down to unbuckle his belt and kissed her back.

The atmosphere in the room was becoming more and more ambiguous, with a strong scent overflowing all around.

Their clothes were all around on the floor.

Just right before he was going to enter, Luther found the remaining trace of sanity. He suddenly left her, with one hand to capture her delicate chin. He looked at her red lips, and his voice was hoarse.

“Who am I? Open your eyes and tell me! Answer me.” He had to make sure that she had even just a trace of consciousness left when she was doing it with him.

He was reluctant to have her when she was completely unconscious.