NovelEnglishAfter dinner, Joyce's cell phone suddenly gave a "Ding".
She picked it up and glanced at it, it was a message from Luther.
"What's going on with Charlotte kneeling?"
Joyce frowned and returned three words, "I don't know."
In a moment, Luther returned the message, "Understood."
Joyce could not help but frown again. What was that? Even she didn’t know what happened, and what did he know?
She put down her phone.
She didn’t want to explain because she thought there was nothing to explain.
After thinking about it, she picked up her phone again and edited a message, "Working overnight tonight."
She mused that instead of waiting for him to find her, she should take the initiative and tell him that she would not be coming
htonight.
This time, he didn't return the message.
Joyce stood up, gathered the dishes in front of her, put them in the designated recycling bin, and said to Juanita, "You go home
first, | want to finish the work that had piled up a while ago."
Juanita said heartily, "Why do you make yourself so tired, after a series of events, you have not rested properly."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I'm sinspiration today. Don't want to miss it." Joyce smiled.
Indeed she suddenly got inspired when she was designing the appearance this afternoon.
"Well, you have got all the talent, and you are so hardworking. | can't say the sfor myself." Juanita picked up her bag, "I'm
going to leave now, don't stay up too late."
"Got it. Don't act like an old mother, just go." Joyce laughed and pushed Juanita away.
"Right." Juanita took two steps out and got back, "I'll keep an eye on the Charlotte thing online for you and make sposts by the
way. I'll let you know as soon as there's something going on."
"Uh-huh." Joyce sent Juanita away and returned to her office alone.
She turned on the computer, opened up the painting board, and continued to concentrate on the design.
Once she started working, she was fully engaged and could not stop. It was already dark outside, and she didn't even know the
time.
Finally, she felt like she had been sitting for too long, her back was stiff and she could barely move her arms, and she stood up to
stretch a bit.
It was then that she noticed that there was a man sitting in the half-lit light.
She was startled, and only when she saw it was Luther did she whisper, "When did you get in? And without saying anything."
Luther had been there actually for a while.
Originally, he thought Joyce was lying when she said that she had to work overnight and that it was actually because of what
happened in the morning and she was deliberately avoiding him. So instead of returning the message, he finished the work at
hand and went straight to the 12th floor to see what she was actually doing.
He didn't expect to see her so seriously engaged in her drawing.
She was so preoccupied that she didn't even notice that there was someone next to her. Her hair fell behind her ears, and her
slender fingers kept sliding on the painting board. Under the light, her side face, with all the delicate features and long eyelashes,
looked just so beautiful.
The seriousness of the look made his heart grow even more nervous.
"What tis it?" Joyce looked around to check the time.
"It's almost midnight." Luther finished and took out a thermos from behind him, "Want to eat something? | bring ssoup."
"Oh."
Joyce was really hungry, she took the white thermos from him, opened it and took a few sips. The temperature was just right, not
too cold nor too hot. She glanced at Luther and saw that he kept staring at her, she hurriedly looked away.
It felt just strange.
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