Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

Joyce reached out and stopped a cab to return to her mansion.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

When she got home, she put her bag on the couch, the house had been cleaned by a bellhop, and the kitchen and dining room were cleaned up and set with a new table of dishes. However, she didn’t seem to have any appetite.

She sat on the couch and just took a few sips of water when Luther returned.

She looked at the clock in the living room in amazement, it was only after 4 p. m. “Why are you back so early?”

Luther walked right up to her and tried to reach out and wrap his arms around her when he did.

She subconsciously avoided it and sat down next to the sofa.

After she learned of her pregnancy in the afternoon, she had a subtle change of heart.

His eyes burned with concern as he asked, “Are you okay? How does your stomach feel now?”

“It’s fine. It feels better after a walk, and I just got home.” Her eyes dodged a bit as she pretended to take the stomach medicine she had purchased out of her bag. Then in front of him, she opened the box and took out two pills and placed them on the table.

“I got some medicine, I’ll take it later.” She looked unnatural and deliberately stuffed the ultrasound report in her bag deeper and put the bag behind herself.

“Since your stomach is not feeling well, hurry up and take your medicine.” He turned around, poured her a cup of warm water, and handed it to her.

Joyce froze.

What? Was he going to watch her take the medicine with his own eyes?

She didn’t have a stomach problem and she was pregnant, so she didn’t want to take her medication indiscriminately! It was just for show, and she didn’t expect him to personally keep an eye on her medication. She secretly cried out in pain.

“Come on, what’s the matter, is the fearless Joyce still afraid of taking medicine like a child?” Luther picked up the medicine and handed it to her, looking at her with amusement.

“I …” Joyce was hesitant. How could she take medicine that she was not supposed to take?

After thinking for a while, she finally thought of a suitable reason, “By the way, the doctor said I would need to take them after meals …”

“Oh.” Luther withdrew his hand and put the medicine back on the table.

He turned and glanced at the dining room, “You didn’t eat lunch?”

“I woke up at noon, ate breakfast and went out.” Joyce explained.

“I’ll have the maid come over now and make your dinner.” Luther picked up his phone and was about to make the connection.

“No.” Joyce hurriedly stopped, “No really, the lunch is nice and hot, enough for the evening. I don’t have much appetite, don’t make too much, it’s a waste.”

“Is it hard on your stomach? I’d better get Jamie to come over and take a look. Otherwise it’s not safe.” After saying that, he picked up the phone once again.

“No really.” She was instantly anxious and stepped forward to grab his phone.

Then, she herself realized that she was acting a bit exaggerated.

“The doctor already said that it will be fine after two days if I take the medicine.” She gave an embarrassed dry laugh and handed the phone back to him, “There’s really no need to bother Jamie.”

“Good.” Luther’s handsome brows knitted slightly, always feeling that something was wrong with her, but couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

He wanted to reach out and hug her. There were a lot of things waiting for him at the group today, but when he was at the company, he found it hard to focus, so he rushed back after finishing the most urgent businesses quickly.

Joyce saw him leaning over and instinctively took a step back.

“I’ll go take a shower first.” She darted away, and when she reached the second floor, she remembered that her bag was still on the living room sofa, so she hurriedly ran downstairs, picked up her bag, and darted upstairs again.