Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 936

Otis grabbed Joyce's hand and pulled her closer, mouthing some slurred words, "Ms. Knowles, you, you ..."

Joyce's heart was pounding, and her cheeks couldn't help but heat up, all the way to her ears.

Did he find something?

It was impossible to say that there was no panic.

Otis suddenly pushed harder, pulling her even closer.

Her breath got heavy, "Mr. Robertson, you're drunk."

"No, I'm not … not drunk ... You are so beautiful ..." Otis tried to stand up. He propped himself up on the couch with one hand and clutched her tightly with the other, refusing to let go.

She had his phone in her hand and didn't know where to hide it for a while.

If Otis stood up at this point, he would have noticed that she had stolen his phone.

She was so anxious.

"La-la, what a great day, la-la."

Kane suddenly leapt up from the couch and kept waving his hands around.

Then Kane ran up to Otis, knocked Joyce out of the way with force, and went up and pulled Otis up.

"Mr. Robertson, let's dance together."

The drunk madness of Kane came at exactly the right time, and Joyce finally had the opportunity to get away.

She took advantage of the chaos to put Otis' phone back in its place.

She felt less anxious instantly. That was so close just now. She should not have rushed and she should have waited until Otis was completely drunk.

"Go away."

Otis was struggling off the tangle of Kane.

Everything seemed to be spinning in front of his eyes, and Kane kept jumping back and forth in front of him, making him even more dizzy.

But Kane was so strong when he was drunk that he grabbed both of Otis' hands and wouldn't let go, "Mr. Robertson, come on, let's dance."

On the screen, the circle turned a few times and the phone was finally unlocked.

Now all that needed to be done was to keep Otis busy for ten minutes.

Kane suddenly opened his eyes at this time, looking into the dark eyes of Joyce, and everything was clear.

He was not drunk at all, sober as a whistle.

Joyce nodded at Kane, signaling that the first step was complete.

Kane would understand, and the next second he pretended he was finally pushed away by Joyce.

Otis dizzily struggled to sit up from the couch.

Kane came forward again. He helped Otis up and pretended to be so drunk, "Mr. Robertson! You just can’t get drunk, right?! You are wonderful!”

He seemed to have glued to him, and no matter how Otis tried, he simply could not get rid of Kane.

Otis felt so helpless.