Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 298

There was no choice.

He carried Joyce out of the lake and laid his jacket on the flat grass next to the boulders at the edge of

lake.

Then, he carried Joyce there.

Earlier, he placed the flashlight on the boulder at the edge of the lake, and the light shooting out was

ghostly shining on the sparkling lake.

And right now, Joyce was lying flat on the clean grass, nearly in a coma.

She was curled up like a newborn baby, but not peacefully, her body spasming every now and then.

Suddenly, as if she had reached the limit of endurance, she whimpered with difficulty, "So hot, hot …"

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The faint light of the flashlight outlined the soft curves of her body. Her cheeks were tinged with hues,

against the snow-white face. She looked stunningly beautiful.

"Joyce, Joyce," he called her twice in a low voice.

She, on the other hand, was no longer responding. He knew he couldn't wait any longer, he had to

possess her and help her release the toxicity of the drug. Otherwise, she would die from it.

Even if she was not in her right mind now, he could only do so.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, so quiet that he could only hear his own breathing, increasingly

rapid, and his heartbeat was accelerating, slamming up and down in an uncontrollable and disorderly

manner.

He slowly leaned down and enveloped her beneath himself as he gently stroked her cheek as if

treating a precious treasure.

Lingering kisses fell gently. He carefully filled her and possessed her with the utmost tenderness.

And he had no idea how long it took.

Until, the sky in the east had been tinged with the white of the fish belly, and the surroundings began to

light up a bit.

And that wonderful night only finally stopped…

He propped his hands on the side of her neck, and it took so long before his violent heartbeat, and

rapid breathing finally calmed down.

She just felt too good to be true, even gave him a feeling of unreality, as if the whole night was just a

beautiful dream.

Even at this moment, looking at her flushed and faded face, he could not believe that he had truly

possessed her.

He touched her forehead and her cheeks, which were no longer hot. The effect of the medicine had

obviously worn off completely.

She lay peacefully on the grass and suddenly her body moved, contentedly, with a soft sigh of comfort.

Dawn was just around the corner.

Luther took the lead in putting on his own clothes, and then he sat up, sat Joyce in his arms, and then

put her clothes back on one by one.

Despite the slight movement, she woke up when he was buttoning her dress.

The morning air in the mountains was incomparably fresh. She took a deep breath, as if to take the

refreshing coolness into her lungs.

She slowly opened her eyes, and before her eyes, Luther's magnified handsome face came into view.

The handsome chisled face, sexy thin lips, were all so close. Although he looked somewhat tired, it in

no way reduced his handsomeness, and she even found it hard to take her eyes off him.

She found him dressing her, buttoning her chest.

She subconsciously grabbed her collar, "I'll do it myself." Her voice was a little hoarse and her vocal

cords were fatigued and not smooth. Did she experience something last night? That made her voice

hoarse from all the screaming?

Luther looked up slightly and glanced at her, not answering, but his hands never stopped.

Joyce looked around, they were at the edge of a small lake, with boulders behind them, his jacket

spread on the ground, crumpled as if something drastic had happened on it.