Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

On Saturday Joyce stayed at home and spent the day with Stephanie.

She could see that Stephanie’s condition was getting worse and worse. She had lost more than ten pounds again. There was chest fluid in her lungs and she kept coughing all day long.

Jamie came every morning to give Stephanie nutritional fluids and the pain killer.

Joyce also learned from Jamie how to give injections.

Because Stephanie now needed pain relief on a regular basis and she would have to be very careful with the injection.

She learned that she could help more or less. In the evenings, it was she who gave Grandma her shots.

Every time when she looked at Stephanie’s increasingly pale face, Joyce also understood that her grandmother would not have much time with her now.

The bond that had been built over these days made them almost a real family, and she could understand why Luther cared so much about Stephanie.

Luther also tried to put her work on hold so that she could spend more time with his grandmother.

Late afternoon on Sunday.

Luther came back from outside.

By this time Stephanie had fallen asleep, a sleep that usually lasts well into the night, and now her waking hours had also dwindled.

Joyce reclined on the living room couch, covered with a wool blanket. She was taking a nap.

Hearing the movement of Luther’s return, she woke up, opened her eyes, glanced at him, and closed them again.

“Grandma’s asleep, and you can see her later.” She closed her eyes and said in a low voice.

“Get up, I’ve brought you something.” Luther stepped forward and lifted the wool blanket covering Joyce’s body upright.

“Hey, what are you doing.” Joyce disgruntled and scratched her hair, apparently annoyed, “Where’s your manner? How do you know if I’m fully clothed and you just lift the blanket like that.”

“Does it matter? Which part of you have I not seen? Take it, it’s for you.” Luther’s thin lips slightly hooked, smiling wickedly, and he threw a black wooden box to Joyce.From NôvelDrama.Org.

“You! You just have to talk about that all day?” She was exasperated, but there was nothing she could do about him.

Looking at her hand, the black wooden box he tossed over, she asked, “What is this?”

“A gift for you, wouldn’t you know it if you opened it?” Luther sat down on the other sofa and looked at her patiently. He had gone out on a special trip today just for this item.

Joyce carefully examined that ordinary black wooden box and could find nothing special.

A gift from him to her? Although he had bought her clothes and the last time she attended the Shining Star Awards ceremony, he also picked the clothes for her. He also gave her a new phone yesterday.

However, it was the first time that she was formally given a gift in the name of a gift.

Why did he send her a gift for no reason at all?

Joyce suspiciously pressed the spring-loaded brass clasp on the black wooden box.

The moment the wooden box was opened.

She almost squealed. She was never like that before, but it was so exciting for her.

Inside the black wooden box, a cool pink lady’s compact pistol lay quietly.

“Wow, Mufroneaa Arms, ‘Witness Paffner’ pistol, 380acp rounds, 13 round magazine, extra-large capacity.” Joyce took out the pistol and rotated it nimbly in her hands a few times, unable to control her excitement, “Wow, modified personally by Master Wilson, for faster and more accurate shooting, limited collector’s edition.”