Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Joyce's consciousness was completely gone.

In fact, she didn't really hear what Luther asked her.

She felt her head was exploding, and by no means could she hear anything he said.

At this moment, all the past events seemed to be flashing back fast in her eyes.

All they had been through, the night she had lost her virginity for no reason, and all the misunderstandings Luther had about her.

God seemed to be joking with all her sufferings.

The guilt, the responsibility, and the loneliness were just too much and too hard to bear.

She hadn't found Justin back.

She could not let go of her responsibility for him in her heart.

A line of tears slowly trickled down from the corner of her eyes.

The voice whispered indistinctly, "Justin, where the hell are you ..."

Although her voice was very low and inaudible behind her, Luther still heard the word "Justin"

clearly.

It was like being poured over the head with a basin of ice water in the winter.

His whole body was instantly cold, and his desire gradually extinguished.

Damn, damn Joyce, how could he forget, Joyce only had this Justin in her heart.

She was clearly deeply in love with Justin.

Even at this time, she could still mistake him for Justin.

He came to his senses completely and forced his body to suppress the desire.

Damn! What was he doing? No more, he couldn't be Justin's stand-in.

He stopped at the last minute.

What was he to her? He didn't know what he was feeling right now.

Irritable, angry, depressed, cranky.

He wanted to smash everything in the house.

He suddenly felt very jealous of Justin.

He had the urge to literally find this man and cut him into pieces.

He quickly got dressed and pulled on his suit pants while dialing Jamie, the family doctor, "Come and give Joyce a sedative, now, immediately, right now! You won't see the sun tomorrow if you're a minute late!"

He calmed down.

Charlotte had been more than enough to him.

Charlotte was pregnant, and he should be responsible and should not be involved with Joyce anymore.

Even if his honest body was so eager to get her just now.

The strong sense of responsibility still held him back.

Meanwhile, in the bed, his departure cooled her fiery body abruptly for a minute, and with her strong willpower, she recovered what was left of her sanity.

Her blurred vision glanced over and reached out to feel a set of keys from the bed, which felt sharp and cool.

She was so ruthless that she used the tip of the key and sliced a bloody cut on her arm.

The pain, the blood, finally cleared her head a bit.

She pulled up the quilt to cover her wretched self, clutching the quilt with one hand and propping her forehead with the other, still unable to stop the bout of dizziness.

But finally, the strong and inexplicable thirst from her body cooled down a few points.

Luther finished the call and glanced back and saw what she had done and the bloody cut on her arm.

He roared, veins popping up from his forehead, "Joyce, you're crazy!"

He stepped forward, grabbed the keys from her hand, and threw them away with a bang.

The blood, winding down and dripping to the bed as if there was a plum tree blooming on snow.

What a beautifully sad scene.

Damon it, he cursed low.

He quickly took the medical kit over.

He took out iodine volts, cotton swabs, gauze, and hemostatic agents, and tried to help her stop the bleeding.

From that stunning, scary bright scarlet cut.

He almost wanted to keep his eyes away.

Like a reminder to him that once she found a shred of sanity, she would rather hurt herself than keep her body for Justin? He quickly bandaged her wound, but the flow of blood was not completely stopped in time, and soon it soaked through and stained the gauze.

He only had to wrap another layer.

When he saw how she was biting her lips and holding back stubbornly.

He felt like he was about to freak out and explode with anger.

Fortunately, that’s when Jamie finally arrived.

He came in such a hurry and almost lost his breath.

There must be something big he thought.