Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 125

"Besides, you have such a little princess that I can't afford to mess with." Joyce's words were finally a bit sarcastic, "I can see Charlotte and Shelly are very close. Sure enough, Charlotte is indeed suitable for you. She would have a mother-in-law and a sister-in-law who like her so much, and you also save a lot of conflicts."

Apparently, Shelly had been like this since she was really young.

Luther, despite his relationship with his mother in general, was tolerant of his sister and rarely scolded her.

This also led Shelly to be more capricious.

Joyce thought to herself.

Suddenly, her body jerked tight.

She looked at the man who suddenly came in front of her. Did she say something wrong? What was he doing forcing her to the edge of the couch?

At that moment she was about to resist.

But she heard his low magnetic voice, "You are the most difficult little princess I can’t afford to mess with."

Her face burned slightly.

"My little princess, still angry?"

He came closer, his thin lips were almost on her cheek, his voice was thick and low, obviously teasing, but it sounded like love, echoing in her ears for a long time.

Was he teasing her?

She didn't expect him to be so good at it. With that astonishing handsome face, and that magnetic voice, how could a woman resist him?

"What nonsense…" she said, hiding her panic.

"Come on, don't put it on. I have things to do." Joyce pushed Luther, who was leaning on her.

She moved only slightly. He was too close, and she was afraid that if she moved too much, his lips would come up.

How could he be so heavy, and she could not move at all even if she wanted to. She could hardly breathe.

Luther watched her blush and was finally in a much better mood. And he got up from her.

Joyce breathed a sigh of relief.

He removed the ice pack and took a closer look at her battered cheek, "That's better. I'll go get you some ointment. You won't see any marks tomorrow."

"So you are really good at it. What if you can see it tomorrow? Trying to cover up your crime?" Joyce retorted.

Luther turned around sharply, smiling warningly, "What, not having enough?"

"No, no, forget I said that." Joyce immediately interrupted him, smiling good-naturedly, "You're not going to get the ointment? Hurry up and go."

Come again? She could not bear it.

Monday.

R&S Group held a car show at the International Convention Center.

In addition to R&S Group, famous car manufacturers from all over the country participated in the event. New luxury cars from all over the country were all shown in the center, as well as top car models.

This auto show promotion was an ordinary public event, which would be held every year, without much novelty or achievement, so Charlotte just excused herself and did not participate.

Joyce was again pulled in by Juanita to help.

R&S Group would present three vintage models that had already been released long ago, a commercial vehicle, and a saloon.

Joyce and Juanita arrived at the convention center before dawn to set up the showroom, and Joyce was responsible for debugging various electrical equipment. With her in, Juanita could feel at ease.

It was nine o'clock in the morning when everything was ready.

Juanita took Joyce to the convention center backstage lounge, where the two sat down for breakfast. They share the sandwiches and milk Juanita had prepared earlier.

The lounge was shared and also served as a dressing room.

Other car models were putting on their make-up. That was an astonishing collection of beautiful women, all very eye-catching. Some of them were mature and sexy, some gentle and mild, some sexy and beautiful like flowers. They were all shining, and charming, and just with a look at them, no one could ever take his eyes off these girls.

Today, it would also be a battlefield for these beautiful car models.

Every year, there would be some car models who stood out above all the others and finally won a better chance. Perhaps they could win their way into the entertainment industry, or win their way into some wealthy family.