Chapter 1996: Soul Pierced
Chapter 1996: Soul Pierced
Not long after finishing lunch, Joyce sat for a moment on the couch.
Luther returned on time, within 20 minutes. As soon as he got home, he embraced Joyce, asking,
"How are you feeling? Didst night tire you out?"
Joyce gave him a sideways nce. "You have the nerve to ask? My whole body aches."
"I''ll give you a massage," Luther said, making an effort to make her happy. His slender fingers
gently kneaded her neck, then moved to her back, tracing her delicate curves.
"The back''s fine, it''s mainly my legs that ache," Joyce pouted. Since he was pampering her, she
wanted him to perform well.
"Okay, dear," Luther chuckled, shaking his head, his hands then massaging her slender legs.
Joyce rxed against him, feeling some relief from the soreness. But his hands seemed to press
deeper, and the positioning was bing more ambiguous.
Finally, she eximed and hurriedly grasped his hand. "What are you doing? Don''t get carried
away!"
Luther raised a seductive eyebrow and continued to explore further, saying, "I didn''t do anything
unusual, just a normal massage."
"Nothing about this is normal," Joyce firmly restrained his wrist, "Don''t y games, don''t think I don''t
know what you''re up to. This is the living room! Please be mindful of appearances!"
Lutherughed. "What can I do? You''re just too alert."
With that, he abruptly seized her by the neck and pulled her toward him, passionately kissing her.
Joyce hadn''t expected this sudden move from him, losing the opportunity to fight back. Now she
could only let him kiss her wildly. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Mrs. Hurley and
Mrs. Brown passing by, and quickly turned her face to avoid their gaze. This scene only made her
more furious, and she struggled a few times, but still couldn''t escape Luther''s constraint.
This man was out of line - ignoring the asion, disregarding time, and being shameless at home.
After Cecelia left, there were no elders at home, this meant he intended to go even further.
It wasn''t until Luther voluntarily let go of Joyce that she gained freedom.
Breathless, Luther said, "I only do this in the presence of others. Just showing you, don''t mind it."
"You!" show? Joyce was speechless with anger and couldn''t even curse properly.
Teasing her, Luther felt particrly good, ogling her still-flushed countenance as if she were an
inted pufferfish. He couldn''t help but pinch her cheek and peck it lightly twice.
Startled, Joyce leaned back, her back against the couch, fearful of any further inappropriate actions.
"Look at how scared you are," Luther chuckled, "Don''t you know? The more you act like this, the
more it stirs a man''s desires."
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"Oh, stop it," Joyce pushed him away, "Didn''t you say the people from the bridal designpany
wereing? Get up."
"Let''s go, to the reception room. I''ll carry you," Luther directly lifted Joyce and headed toward the
reception room.
"Put me down, I have legs. It''s not good for others to see," Joyce scolded, lightly tapping him, but
not wanting to use too much force.
Ignoring her, Luther carried her all the way to the reception room. This mansion featured a special
reception room, connected to the house while also essible from outside, making it rtively
private and independent for visitors. Luther opened the security door and set Joyce down.
Inside the reception room, there were soft carpets, luxurious decorations, and top-notch amenities.
A set of leather sofas worth millions was ced in the middle, apanied by a marble coffee
table with exquisite British tableware holding a variety of tea snacks. The aroma of ck tea
lingered lightly, already prepared.
Security personnel were awaiting the arrival of the bridal designpany''s representatives. Two
meticulously dressed staff members bowed respectfully to Luther and then approached the sofa.
Luther elegantly sat down, crossing his long legs. His cold, starry ck eyes seemed to emit a
gravitational pull akin to a massive ma in the Milky Way, adorned by a strikingly angr and
handsome face, entuated by the indoor lighting.
The two staff members couldn''t help casting a few more nces but dared not overstep their
bounds. Their admiration for Joyce was evident as they respectfully spoke, "Mr. Warner, the bridal
gown is ready. Please allow madam to try it on."
On the side, hanging on a rack was a simple yet luxuriously elegant bridal gown. The staff
respectfully retrieved the gown and presented it to Joyce.
"Madam, this gown will surely suit you. Please allow us to assist you in trying it on."
Joyce nodded and walked toward the dressing area, Luther waved his hand and said, "Go, I''ll wait
for you outside."
Without another word, Joyce followed the staff into the fitting room.
First, she put on an undershirt, followed by the dress. The staff helped her fasten the straps, and the
design of the dress leaned toward a medieval and ssical style. The staff then adorned Joyce with
a pure tinum, dazzling diamond tiara personally designed by Luther.
"Madam, Mr. Warner designed this tiara for you. It''s simply exquisite."
Joyce was stunned. Luther personally participated in designing and rapidly making such an
exquisite piece? She adjusted the tiara, admiring her reflection in the mirror, radiating an air of
authority and elegance thatplemented her temperament perfectly. It was evident that he had
put considerable thought into it.
After dressing, Joyce opened the partition door, and Luther instantly looked up and was thoroughly
stunned. He couldn''t find the right words to describe what he beheld. He could onlyment hisck
of words, for he was truly at a loss for how to express what he saw before him.
In short, he felt that his very soul had been pierced by her beauty upon seeing her in a bridal gown.