Chapter 1344


    After that, the room breath gradually calmed down.


    Joyce was a little tired, but didn''t dare to sleep. Shey on the edge of the bed and calmed her


    heartbeat.


    Hearing what seems to be movement in the next room.


    She got up in a hurry, "Andres seems to be awake."


    Andres wille downstairs on his own when he wakes up."


    Joyce felt speechless as he re-hugged her back.


    "Let me put my clothes on first, in case Andreses in and sees that it''s not good."


    "No, that''s it." He wrapped his arms around her tightly and refused to let go.


    Even with her in his arms, even if he had just warmed up, he still felt a touch of fear inside, afraid that


    every time he let go, it would mean a separation.


    She turned around and faced him, "I''m at home, where can I go? Are you worried too much?"


    "I don''t know, just want to be by your side 24 hours a day, every minute of every day, or tether you to


    me so I can rest easy." He reached out and stroked every contour, every curve of her face.


    "After you fell off the cliff, more than a thousand days and nights, I have no way to sleep. Often, I kept


    my eyes open until dawn, and even when I fell asleep, I had nightmares. Such pain, I have no way to


    bear again. I am sorry that I made you suffer so much before. You hate me, as you should. No matter


    how much you hate me and resent me, it''s what I should suffer."


    Joyce''s heart shook inside and her breath became rushed.


    "Charlotte was greedy for glory and wealth and took my identity. This matter is not your responsibility."


    She sighed, her voice soft and low, "It''s pointless to keep getting caught up in the past. I don''t me


    you, forget it, it''s time for me to get up. Said to make something nice for Andres for dinner. It''s almost


    dark now."


    She got up and dressed again.


    The words havee to this point, and then inciting words, she could not say.


    Luther draped a thin nightgown and sat up.


    Looking at her from behind, he reached out, ying with her long hair, wrapping it around his fingertips,


    feeling the satin-like texture.


    The meaning of her words just now had implied that she no longer hated him.


    Last time, she drank too much and said herself that she loved him more than she hated him, and


    although she is sober at the moment and will not say it easily, he is content.


    Once how he longed for her to be able to original cool him, to be able to have her again, to be one with


    her.


    However, when he these wishes, at the moment are satisfied.


    But there was no sense of relief as expected.


    Julia was in a car ident and gave them a head start.


    A constant reminder that the sword hangs overhead and there is simply no room to breathe.


    A warm moment like the one just now is nothing more than a sneaky breather in a tense atmosphere.


    Joyce got dressed and tried to get out of bed.


    Suddenly, the door of the room was opened.


    Anderson ran in with a bump.


    "Mommy, Daddy, I think I hear your voices, are you there?"


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    Then he looked into the room, a scene inappropriate for children, and froze.


    Mommy was sitting on the edge of the bed, not sure if she was unbuttoning or buttoning up. There


    were Daddy''s clothes thrown on the floor, Daddy''s chest open and only a thin shirt draped over him.


    Joyce didn''t expect Anderson to reallye in and was a little embarrassed for a while.


    She hadn''t even spoken.