Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 96

"Heh, seems like the gun has got to a good hand." Luther's eyes revealed appreciation.

She looked just so happy. Her bright eyes blossomed with crystal light, her red lips swirled into a beautiful arc, and her infectious laughter seemed to have also made him as happy.

Other women, he was afraid, would only be so surprised when they saw luxury jewelry.

She was really special. She never loved fancy clothes or jewelry, unlike ordinary women.

It seemed that he had got the right gift for her.

"It's really, for me?" Joyce looked to Luther with some uncertainty, "Is it really okay? A collector edition pistol like this must be very expensive. You may not be able to buy it even if you have the money."

"It's for you." Luther looked at her with amusement. Of course, you could not buy something like this with money. He kind of "stole" it from Khebury's gun museum.

Joyce carefully stroked the pistol, smooth and polished, and she just could never get her hands off the gun again.

She praised, "Light and small. I can keep it in my handbag."

"After the modification, it’s now shorter and can cause more damage with almost no recoil. Great gun!" She turned it upside down in her hand and kept praising it.

"You were attacked the day before yesterday, and there is no guarantee that you will not encounter this kind of thing again in the future. This pistol is for you to use for self-defense." Luther said, and he looked quite serious. She clearly knew how to protect herself but she just did not have the right tool with her, and as a result, she was attacked by that masked man. In the future, he would never want her to get into such things.

"Hmm." Joyce thought to herself that with this gun, she wouldn't need to carry the boomerang darts around in the future. The darts were not convenient to keep around, to begin with, as they had sharp edges and corners. This time she had forgotten her darts and was attacked by the thug.

Joyce raised her arm, the pink pistol twirling nimbly in her hand.

Suddenly, the pistol stopped.

The gun was aimed right at Luther.