NovelEnglishJoyce was completely dumbfounded. And after only a moment of distraction, she had missed her chance to resist. Now, she had
been restrained by him against the wall and she could not move at all.
She was kissed frantically by him and she finally knew what could be wrong with him.
There must be something wrong with the wine, and it must have been aphrodisiac.
That's why his face was unusually red, and why he would look so strange.
He must have realized that himself, so he just yelled at her and told her to go to her room first to protect her.
Unexpectedly, in the end, he was not able to control it.
She pushed hard against him, but her hands were held back by him.
The drug took away his ability to think but gave him even more strength instead.
She was completely unable to perform her karate.
Suddenly, he picked her up, and in the next instant, he had her pinned down on top of the soft bed.
His lips then left her.
He gasped violently, unable to calm his breathing as he towered over her. He reached out, brushing her gently trembling face, and
her long, silky hair.
"You ... calm down!"
Joyce's lips trembled slightly, and a touch of fear and pain crossed her clear eyes.
What was happening now reminded her of the day when he got engaged four years ago, in the Riveria Haze box, when he forced
himself on her and ...
It hurt to be forced that way.
She still couldn't get over that kind of hurt.
Now that he was drugged, was he going to force himself on her again?
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He used the last of his sanity to control himself, but still, he felt like countless flames were about to erupt from his chest.
His deep black eyes were burning with scarlet flames at the moment.
His body was scorching hot.
The kiss just now was not an antidote, but fuel to the fire of his desire, which kept rushing in like waves.
He wanted her, and at the moment, he wanted her like crazy.
However, he had to confirm one thing.
His hot hand caressed her cheek, soft and delicate.
Was it really the Joyce he loved underneath this unfamiliar face? At this point, he suddenly faltered.
"Joyce, it's you, isn't it?" He asked under his breath.
He needed to get a positive answer.
She bit her lip and didn't answer.
"Tell me, you're Joyce, right?" His voice sounded like he was almost pleading.
"I'm sorry, you have the wrong person."
Joyce finally made the decision and did not admit it.
She just would never admit it before she could revenge the pain and mistrust she experienced in the past.
Luther looked down at her and when he heard her answer, the fire in his eyes, little by little, went out and was replaced by endless
disappointment.
She didn’t admit it. She refused to admit it.
He hesitated.
He faltered.
He felt so uncomfortable all over as if his body was going to explode. The fire that was spreading around was going to burn him up.
If she had just admitted that she was Joyce, perhaps he would have taken her at this moment.
But, she denied it.
He hesitated. What if it wasn't her? What if it really wasn't her? What if it really was a mistake?
Once upon a time, he mistakenly identified Charlotte as his savior, a mistake that led to irreparable consequences in the end and
he regretted so much.
If, this time, he got it wrong again.
And he had sex with another woman.
How could he even face Joyce?
He did not even dare to try, even if it was only a one-ten-thousandth chance.
He absolutely could not do anything to hurt Joyce again. Absolutely.
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