You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 329

Such a thrilling journey, between life and death, perhaps they could only find in a TV drama otherwise.

They could not imagine how Joyce survived these days.

"Oooh." Juanita ran up to her with a sobbing voice and jumped into Joyce's arms at once.

"Great, you're finally back. Seeing you, I can really rest assured." Juanita hugged Joyce tightly and refused to let go, "Before you came, you didn't tell me about it. If you let me know, I would have bought a lot of food and waited for you to come."

"Well, it's not that serious. I'm back in good shape, right?"

Joyce smiled and gently stroked Juanita's head, soothingly.

The others in the office all gathered around, shushing and asking questions.

"Can you tell us what happened? How many thugs were there?"

Everyone was curious to follow up.

"It's too long a story. It's pretty much the same as the police briefing, so I'll tell you more about it some other time. I'm officially back at work from today, so let's just take care of the work we piled up before."

Joyce said with a smile.

At this point, she noticed a familiar figure standing behind the group of colleagues surrounding her.

It's Charlotte.

Charlotte wore a pure white dress without any decoration all over, her watery eyes containing a little sadness and a little confusion. Her lips were white, and she looked just haggard.

Joyce parted the crowd and walked up to Charlotte.

Charlotte pulled out a rueful smile and feigned concern, "Joyce, are you okay? I heard all about what happened, and I'm worried about you." In fact, seeing with her own eyes Joyce standing in front of her again intact. The resentment she felt was far more intense than the last time she was backstage at the police station press conference.

All her careful planning, professional killers, and time bombs, all in vain.

Was Joyce just lucky, or was it just bad luck for she every time.

"I'm fine, but you… You look terrible." Joyce frowned. Charlotte looked thinner than last time. She looked fragile and powerless. Her face was pale, as if a gust of wind could blow her over.

"I'm having a bad reaction. I can't eat, and I just can’t stop thinking all day at home, so it's better if I just stay here." Charlotte said quietly, with a hollow look in her eyes.

"I'm relieved to see that you're okay, so I'll go back to work first. There's still a promotion project left to be done." Charlotte forced a smile and returned to her seat with a numb expression, tapping on the keyboard in front of the computer.

Joyce looked at Charlotte's back in amazement, feeling that something was seriously wrong with Charlotte.

Juanita saw this and quietly pulled Joyce aside.

Lowering her voice, she said, "There's something wrong with her mental state. We all suspect that she has depression."

"Depression?" Joyce nearly exclaimed, "How could that be?"

Juanita shrugged, "Who knows, maybe it's prenatal depression?"

Joyce frowned; indeed, Charlotte was pregnant and full of anticipation to marry Luther.

Could it be that the delayed divorce between her and Luther had put psychological pressure on Charlotte?

Causing Charlotte to get depressed?