Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 940

"Something happened on the way?" Luther asked as if he had heard a joke.

He knew she was going to meet Otis this evening, and because he knew Kane was going with her, he didn't go along.

But as time went on, after nine o'clock, he began to fidget and anxiously paced the house repeatedly.

Later, he was slightly relieved when he knew from the GPS that her vehicle was driving away from Cloud Creep Karaoke.

To his surprise, she spent another hour on the way.

Only now did she come home.

"Where's Anderson?" Joyce didn't answer his questioning and tried to change the topic.

"So you are worried about him now? Look at the time! He's already asleep."

Luther glared at her angrily, "The nanny gets off at nine, and I gave Anderson a bath and put him to bed. He still has to go to kindergarten tomorrow."

"Oh." Joyce knew she was wrong this time, and she took a peek inside the room.

"Is this how you usually take care of Anderson? Come home at the midnight and leave the kid with the babysitter?" Luther couldn't resist questioning.

"Sometimes, but not often." Joyce replied in a small voice.

"Oh, not often?!!!" Luther let out a sarcastic laugh, "Anderson is so young. How would you even feel comfortable with him being home alone?"

"I ..." Joyce did not know what to say.

No! Was it even his business?

What did how she brought up her child have to do with him? Yes, she had not been able to take care of Anderson, but she tried her best.

"Mr. Warner, in what capacity, may I ask, are you questioning me now? I appreciate your help in keeping Anderson company today. But don’t you think you are in any role to say such words." She grimaced and retorted.

Luther stepped forward to close in on her.

He didn't answer her question.

He lowered his head, and his handsome face was right in front of her, "Have you been drinking, I will know with just a little test."

She froze, not understanding what he meant by "test".

The next second, before she could react...

His sensual lips were already pressed against hers.

The kiss gradually deepened, and their lips and tongues were hotly entwined.

Her eyes widened and she stared at him in disbelief. What was he doing? She tried to push him away, but her outstretched hands were held firmly in his grip.

For a moment, he left her lips, panting slightly.

He was staring straight at her with his sophisticated and passionate eyes, as if he wanted to melt her.

"I have personally tested it, and you have indeed not been drinking." A low voice came from his throat with a rasp.