NovelEnglish"Auntie, I'm sorry, she won't take any money." Luther smoothly yanked Joyce up from her seat and tugged her to her side, bending
and bowing, "Sorry, auntie, I'll cto the Heath family to explain in person sother time, goodbye for now."
"lI... am not ..." Joyce was completely confused by Luther's sudden behavior.
After saying that, Luther dragged Joyce stiffly and left the cafe without looking back.
Cecelia looked at the scene in front of her, picked up a glass, and blandly took a few sips of lemon juice.
She looked at the envelope lying quietly on the table.
She sighed and muttered to herself, "Are they really getting married under false pretenses? Charlotte, are you really sure that you
and Luther are in love?"
She stood up, grabbed her bag, and left the cafe with a strained expression.
Outside the cafe.
Joyce had not been able to do anything at all, and by the tshe did, she was already being dragged to the door by Luther.
Joyce struggled as she shouted down, "Luther, what are you doing? | didn't even say goodbye to auntie, that's so rude."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"And, who said she was paying me? You just can’t tell right from wrong!" She was so angry that her cheeks puffed up in a cute way,
"Let go of me, | have to go back, I'm not done with her yet."
"What else could it be if it wasn't money?" Luther didn't care and kept dragging Joyce to the secluded and unoccupied shade of the
alley.
All afternoon, he thought about it or felt bad, sitting on pins and needles in the office, and finally cto the cafe to find her and
take her away.
"Wouldn't it be to give you a sum of money to get you to leave me?" He asked, "I can't think of any reason Cecelia needs to see
you other than to get you to leave me."
"She was trying to getto leave you." Joyce admitted, "But not with money! It was a letter of recommendation for a master's
degree at Mufron Polytechnic University."
"Heh." Luther let out a sarcastic laugh, looking at Joyce's crystal bright excited eyes, "Joyce, you don’t find that offer quite
tempting, do you? You are really ......" He felt speechless.
"Doctor Smith, you know, the professor who won the Nobel Prize. I'm going to leave you sooner or later anyway, so why should |
miss such a good opportunity. No, | have to go back." Joyce was so excited that she didn't notice Luther's gloomy face.
"Joyce, do you think I'm a commodity that can be bought and sold at will?" He was thinly veiled with anger, flames surging in his
dark eyes.
"The last tMartha was downstairs at the group, she asked you to make an offer, take her money, and left me. You almost
wanted to make an offer, and you forgot so soon?"
"And | didn’t make an offer, did I?" Joyce raised her voice. This man sure would remember that all his life? How dare he reopened
old scores. How could she be at Martha's mercy, she was just having fun with her at that time.
"Heh, it's not because I'm right next to you?" Luther was extremely upset, "God knows what you would have done if | hadn't been
there?"
"Today, if | hadn't arrived in time. Are you ready to accept the Heath family's terms again?"
He was almost angry, and she still had a good look on her face.
It made him instantly lose his ability to think. And he was no longer able to hold himself together, and almost lost control.
Violently, she was cornered by him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"What for? We can still talk." Joyce could not push him away no matter how she tried. It's too much to use his height advantage to
suppress her all the time.
Anyway, in his eyes, she was just someone anyone could buy over with money.
But what's the problem if it’s a good deal?
"You see, it means you have charm. So many people are scrambling to make an offer, you should be happy." She teased.
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