NovelEnglishJoyce arrived at the door of Luther's presidential suite.
She was hesitant before she knocked on the door.
She shouldn't have been drinking last night and she knew how easily she could get drunk.
And every time, after drinking, she would just get unconscious.
She didn’t know if she had blurted out something that she shouldn't when she was drunk.
But if she asked him?
Would he tell her?
But, if she did not ask, should she just pretend that nothing happened?
Moreover, just now she searched around the room and found that her shoes were missing.
So, her shoes were not in the room? Where could they be? Did she cback barefoot without her shoes on?
How was that possible?
Just when she was still hesitant...
At that moment, the door of the room suddenly opened.
Luther was already up. He was dressed casually today. He wore plain white hoodie and light gray sweatpants, and he looked
refreshing.
"You're awake?" Luther asked, raising his long eyebrows slightly as he saw her standing in the doorway.
"Er." Joyce didn't expect him to open the door suddenly, and the words she wanted to say cto her lips, but she seemed to
have forgotten them instantly.
"I... 1... last night, | ..." She bit her lip, and she did not know what to say.
"Oh, you were drunk last night, and | was the one who brought you back. What's going on?" Luther stood by the door. His arms
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwere around his chest, his face was calm, and he was looking at her calmly.
"That's it? Nothing more?" She lifted her crystal eyes and gazed into his deep, dark pupils, trying to find something in them.
However, his black eyes were calm as ever.
"I used your room card to open the door and get you back to your room, and that's all."
He shrugged his shoulders.
"My Clothes ..."
"I just took off your dress and help you put on your nightgown. Is that a problem?"
"No, no, thanks." She narrowed her eyes, and her long brows furrowed deeply. Something didn't feel right, she thought.
"Didn't | say or do anything?" She couldn't help but ask. Although she had no memory of last night, judging from what she knew
about herself, she only found it even more suspicious if he said she didn't do anything last night.
"Huh." Luther chuckled lowly and looked at her with interest in his eyes.
"Do you mean that you want something to happen between us? So, Miss Knowles is now disappointed?"
"No, of course | didn't mean that." She immediately denied it. Damn man, what's going on in his head?
"It's best that nothing happened. It must have been difficult for you to bringback last night."
She expressed her gratitude, "By the way, | can't find my shoes."
"Shoes?" Luther raised an eyebrow, "You found them annoying at the tand threw them in the trash bin."
"What!" Joyce exclaimed when she heard it.
"Oh my God, those are my new shoes! I've only worn them twice!" She scratched her hair in annoyance, "They're so expensive.
Where are they now? Just tell me, and I'll go pick them up."
Luther looked at her and did not know what to say.
The first thing she could think of was always money.
Obviously she should be very rich now. As far as he knew, JK Intelligence was earning a lot of money, and she just recently got the
contracts with Otis and him. The down payment alone was a huge sum of money.
And, he had asked Casey to pay them in advance.
There was no way she could be short of money.
He took her shoes down from the top of the shoe caband handed them to her.
"I picked them up for you last night."
He shook his head gently, knowing she would be looking for them.
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