The proximity made Joyce recall the scene in the car where he put his arm around her. She can't help but feel hot in the face.
"Just because I can shoot doesn't mean I can fight. Otherwise you would have been taken down long ago." A woman's strength was naturally inferior, and with him who was strong enough, she was completely unable to move.
"How long have you been learning to shoot?" He asked.
"Six years." She wasn't shy about it.
Luther's pupils contracted, six years, just six years of emptiness. What the hell had she been doing for those six years? And where did she learn to shoot? And what was her relationship with Justin?
He let go of her, and there was an unreadable complexity in his eyes.
Today, because of her, he was out of danger. He believed for the moment that she was harmless to him.
Luther was a little tired and reclined in bed. Having lost blood, he needed to rest and adjust.
Joyce sat up from the bed, poured herself a glass of water, and asked him, "Do you want some water?"
He closed his eyes and nodded gently.
over a
He didn't pick up.
want her to feed him? Joyce was surprised. Forgot about it. Since they would be divorced tomorrow, she had no
lips, tilting it slightly to let the water flow into his
his
can give me the
"How do you sleep with a
smile. What should she do,
snorted, "I'm tired. Plus, what do you think I'd do
had
went into the bathroom to wash up and
she saw that
was actually quite good-looking when he was asleep with less coldness and sharpness on his face. His eyelashes
recall the man from that night, but she did not see the
sure of was that he had an injury on
She was nervous.
confirm it
would have rolled up his trouser legs, but the cut was too snug to roll up.