Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 819

He used to be quite satisfied with Silas. He thought that she was cute and even though she was a bit moody sometimes, unlike other women, she was not very afraid of him.

However, he did not think the same way since he met Joyce, who was beautiful, wild and untamed. He was even more convinced after he saw how smoothly she had used the gun just now.

With Joyce here, what he had liked about Silas was not worth mentioning again.

She was not even close to Joyce.

Now, when he looked at Silas again, he only felt boring and tasteless.

Joyce heard what she said, however, and she organized the contracts on the table.

"Mr. Robertson, now that the contract has been signed, and you have an appointment with a beautiful lady. If there is nothing else for me to do, I will leave first."

She nodded at Otis slightly.

"Get out of the way."

Otis popped up, his voice extremely impatient.

Joyce froze.

Silas immediately agreed, flashing a winning smile at Joyce, "Mr. Robertson told you to get lost. Did you hear that? Why don't you just get lost?" She knew that Mr. Robertson really did like her the most.

Her soft, boneless hands climbed onto Otis' shoulders and her body reclined again him entirely.

Joyce didn’t know what to say and shook her head.

She said politely, "Goodbye."

"Ms. Knowles, wait a minute."

Otis' patience had reached its limit, and he shrugged Silas off in disgust, "I said get out, get out!"

Silas was thrown to the floor by Otis, and her hip and back hit the ground. She cried out in pain.

When she looked up, her big, dark eyes were filled with tears. She exclaimed incredulously, "Mr. Robertson?! You asked me to get out?" How could that be? Did she hear it wrong? Mr. Robertson usually favored her the most.

The sudden change had left Joyce somewhat at a loss.

Otis dusted off the spot Silas had just touched.

"Ms. Knowles, please stay a little longer."

His eyes looked straight at Joyce, "Look, just for you, I have driven away all the women around me. I wonder if Ms. Knowles is interested in this vacancy beside me."

With that, he patted the seat beside him.

"You are not an ordinary woman, and you will certainly be treated differently from them. Whatever you want, if you ask, I can get it for you."

Joyce looked at him coldly.

Suddenly, she smiled, "Mr. Robertson also knows that I am not an ordinary woman."

She cast a glance at the empty seat beside him, "So, should Mr. Robertson not show some sincerity if you want me to take that seat."