Chapter 1995: Try On The Wedding Dress


    Chapter 1995: Try on the Wedding Dress


    After a long while, Joyce, exhausted and weary,y in Luther''s embrace, her voice barely audible.


    "I''ve been tired for a while now. You wouldn''t let me sleep..."


    Luther held her tighter. "Hush, it''s time to sleep."


    "It''s too hot right now, I can''t sleep," Joyceined. "How could I forget I haven''t recovered from


    childbirth yet, even in the heat of the moment?"


    Luther remained silent.


    "I didn''t even leave the house today," Joyce, both tired and sleepy, continued to vent. "I couldn''t go


    out, but I could do that... isn''t that more tiring than going out? You are being hypocritical. You have


    different standards for me and yourself."


    Luther, feelingpletely at ease now, having finally released all his pent-up energy, didn''t mind


    herints. He just listened.


    Frowning, Joyce muttered, "I don''t care, starting tomorrow, I''m going back to work."


    Suddenly, Luther rolled over and held her down. "Do you still have energy left? Or would you like to


    go one more round?" he teased, leaning in to kiss her.


    Surprised, Joyce quickly pushed him away and sat up. "Are you crazy? I need to take a shower. It''s


    almost three o''clock now, if I don''t go to sleep, it''ll be daylight soon."


    Did he not realize what they had just done? Did he see her as just that?


    Luther lifted her from the bed. "I''ll take a shower with you. Don''t worry, I won''t do anything. Just a


    shower, I promise."


    He was just teasing her, covering her mouth. There was no way they would do it again. He was


    always considerate of her body. Otherwise, he would have already devoured her whole.


    Joyce didn''tin further.


    After the shower, he was indeed more restrained.


    Feeling morefortable after the shower, sheid in his embrace, breathing in his scent, and soon


    fell asleep.


    She slept until one in the afternoon.


    When Joyce woke up, Luther was already gone.


    She sat up, massaged her long hair, and went to the bathroom to freshen up. She didn''t feel itst


    night, but now her body was sore; it had been a while since she had been active.


    She changed into casual clothes and headed downstairs.


    Mrs. Hurley, upon seeing Joyce, respectfully asked, "Young Master, you''re awake. What would you


    like to eat? Breakfast or lunch?"


    Joyce felt embarrassed; it was already thiste. Everyone would probably know what had happened


    last night.


    Clearing her throat, Joyce said, "I''ll just have lunch."


    She had meant to say she wasn''t hungry and would just have some porridge, to appear as if she


    had woken up at a normal time, but she was actually starving.


    Mrs. Hurley nodded without further inquiry, "Okay."


    Then she turned to attend to the meal.


    Mrs. Brown approached with a smile and greeted Joyce, "Madam, you''re up. We had guestsst


    night, and it must have been tiring for you."


    Joyce forced a smile, and Mrs. Hurley, being tactful, didn''t ask further questions. Mrs. Brown was


    straightforward and had no hidden agenda.


    Looking around, Joyce refrained from speaking.


    Mrs. Brown quickly added, "Mr. Warner left home early this morning, before 8."


    Joyce nodded. "I''ll have lunch first, then I''ll go check on Wilson and Cullen."


    "Okay, Madam, rest assured, we''ll take good care of them," Mrs. Brown said before smiling and


    heading towards the baby room to help.


    Joyce adjusted her neckline and checked her phone. It was already past one in the afternoon.


    Cecelia had already leftst night, and Anderson and Alisha had gone to school as usual in the


    morning. The house was suddenly much quieter.


    In the dining room, Mrs. Hurley had already prepared lunch.


    After sitting down, Mrs. Hurley quietly left, leaving Joyce to eat by herself.


    Joyce was famished. After devouring a few mouthfuls, she finally felt some relief in her stomach.


    As she ate, she called Luther.


    After a few rings, Luther picked up.


    Joyce bluntly questioned, "You left for the group before 8 in the morning, why didn''t you wake me


    up?"


    Luther, speaking softly on the other end, asked, "Are you awake? Having lunch?"


    "Yeah," Joyce grunted, continuing to eat. "You still haven''t answered my question."


    "Take your time eating, be careful not to choke," Luther said, trying to cate her. "You were


    sleeping so soundly; how could I bear to wake you?"


    "You could have at least called me around 9 or 10. I slept until the afternoon. How do you think


    others would see me?" Joyce voiced her dissatisfaction.


    "How do you think others would see you?" Luther retorted.


    "You know what I mean!" Joyce raised her voice. "Are you doing this on purpose?"


    Luther chuckled. "We are a married couple. How do you think others would see us?"


    "I don''t want to talk to you," Joyce gave up. "I have to go to work this afternoon. I''m hanging up."


    She just wanted to inform him.


    "Wait," Luther quickly intervened.


    Joyce impatiently asked, "What now? What other excuse do you have to keep me from leaving?"


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    "No excuses. I am on my way back, about 20 minutes away from home." Luther suddenly spoke on


    the phone.


    "Why are youing back?" Joyce was puzzled. "To keep an eye on me? You''re really something!


    Luther, you''re going to extremes just to keep me from leaving!"


    "You''re overthinking things. I''ve scheduled a fitting appointment with the wedding dresspany.


    Their staff will arrive at 2:30, and you need to try on the dress and make some adjustments on the


    spot," Luther exined over the phone. "It won''t take long. After it''s finished, you can go to the


    company."


    "What? I still have to try it on?!" Joyce was even more dissatisfied.


    "Of course, I haven''t seen you in a wedding dress for me. Please, don''t run around, wait for me to


    come back," Luther said and then hung up.


    Joyce looked at the dark screen of her phone, feeling helpless.


    He was so meticulous about the wedding, and it wouldn''t look good if she didn''t cooperate too


    much. Oh well, since he was insisting, she would let him have his way.


    She finished her lunch, actually eating two full bowls of rice, feeling much stronger.


    She had been really hungryst night. She knew he was being restrained; she felt how good he was


    to her. She onlyined a little symbolically, to avoid him going too far.


    Thinking about this, a happy smile appeared on her lips.