NovelEnglish"Between you and Luther, | see that you've been getting along quite well lately." Stephanie suddenly said, "I've watched Luther fall
for you, and if you change your mind, | can help you."
Joyce froze and quickly denied it, "No, obviously not. Grandma, don't think too much about it. He has Charlotte and is about to give
you a grandson. If | can't be your granddaughter-in-law, | can be your goddaughter."
"Huh." Stephanie laughed meaningfully.
She could feel the changes in the way Luther looked at Joyce. Whenever Luther was with her, he would always ask about Joyce.
When Joyce was at home, he would always look at her. When Joyce was not at hthough, even though he was at home, his
heart was not. Of course, she saw all of it.
"Joyce, tellabout your past. I'm curious." Stephanie asked with a gentle look.
"I've told you about how | grew up in an orphanage and went to college. I've told you all about the first aid volunteer training."
Joyce sat up next to Stephanie and leaned on her shoulder.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I like to hear about your past. Do you have any hobbies? Tellall about them." Stephanie took Joyce's hand and caressed the
back of Joyce's hand with a relaxed look.
"Hmm." Joyce thought for a moment, "I grew up loving to shoot. When | was young, | used to be good at slingshotting those bad
kids, and although we were all orphans, no one around dared to bully us. Then after school, my talents were discovered by the
school and | was sent to learn to shoot. | once won the championship in the 50m pistol junior competition, and then gave up
shooting for sreasons." She has never told anyone about her shooting past, and when she told her grandmother today, she
only told the general story, leaving out the Justin part.
"Pistol shooting?!" Stephanie shuddered slightly. Just suddenly she got a strange feeling, but she didn’t know what could be wrong.
This hobby was really quite special. She could not see that Joyce was even a marksman.
After the two made small talk for a while.
Joyce looked up at the Western clock in the living room and stood up, "Grandma, it's tforto go to work."
Oddly enough, she didn't have to work today, but Casey still called her to cover, knowing that these matters could be handled
on Monday.
"Hmm." Stephanie knew in her heart that she was the one who had asked Casey to arrange for Joyce to cback today.
Joyce looked around and wondered, "Strange, why don't | see Mr. Arnold today?"
"I'll give him two days off." Stephanie said, "It's okay, you go to work. Mr. Arnold had the meal all ready when he left in the
morning."
"Oh, I'll be done working by 5 p.m. I'll buy groceries and cback to make you dinner. How about we make your favorite
snowflake beef?" Joyce smiled sweetly.
"Good, good." Stephanie's smile widened.
"Let's go." Joyce took her coat and got up to leave.
Before going out, she noticed that the parlor was neatly lined with a full set of tea equipment.
Like, she was going to have guests at htoday?
She glanced back at Stephanie, and it was then that she noticed that Stephanie was dressed rather formally today.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFor a long time, Stephanie lingered on her death bed, wearing a white tunic that could be easily changed every day.
Today, however, Stephanie had changed into a loose and comfortable dress, and her hair had been carefully combed. Apparently,
Stephanie was about to meet guests today.
Joyce frowned slightly. Stephanie even gave Mr. Arnold days off. Who could she want to see? However, it was her grandmother's
personal business, so she couldn't ask too many questions. She changed her shoes and left the Warner family.
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