Chapter 473


    "What''s wrong with you? You always like toe to my houses in the middle of the night!" Joyce


    wretchedly got up from the ground, rubbed her knees, and said annoyedly, "What brought you here


    today then?"


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    "Again? I''ve been here in the middle of the night before?" Luther asked,pletely ignoring her anger


    and raising an eyebrow.


    "..." Joyce was speechless. She didn''t want to bring up the past again, and he couldn''t remember


    anyway.


    Somehow, she suddenly thought about the day of Luther''s car ident. After work, in the her office, he


    wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply, like a goodbye kiss.


    And indeed, that night he had a car ident and lost his memory.


    Although his life was not in danger, everything was not the same as before. The memories between


    him and her, of life and death, were all reduced to nothing.


    When she thought about that lingering and passionate kiss, her cheeks burned slightly and her eyes


    were misty.


    "Did I?" Luther''s question interrupted her thoughts.


    She was snapped awake, and luckily, he didn''t notice her loss ofposure. She avoided the


    question, "What the hell do you want when youe in the middle of the night?"


    "Insomnia, can''t sleep alone at home." He returned carelessly. He didn''t feel the least bit guilty about


    viting her privacy, as if this was his territory.


    "You take pills for insomnia! What are you doing here in my ce?" She was even angrier.


    He was unbelievable.


    "Sleep." His thin lips spit out a word.


    "..."


    Joyce subconsciously tightened her cor, and her eyes were different. His words were so tant ...


    that one would have to misunderstand.


    Luther gave her a nk look, "Don''t get the wrong idea. Just you? I''m not interested."


    Joyce tightened her grip on the cor. Oh, what a liar. Not interested? Then who was it that had


    repeatedly vited her.


    Luther''s eyes were full of contempt, not unlike the contempt he used to have for her.


    He stood up, walked into her room, took off his watch and put it on the bed. He took off his coat,


    unbuckled his belt, removed his pants,y down directly onto her bed, covered himself with the covers


    and went to sleep. He was really tired and didn''t pay any more attention to her.


    Joyce was dumbfounded,pletely unable to understand exactly what he meant.


    Just how would he be herndlord? As a tenant, she had no autonomy at all and certainly could not


    evict him. It seemed that she had to find another ce to live as soon as possible. Since he loved to


    sleep here so much, why did she not just let him have the entire Eden Apartment for himself.


    Luthery on the narrow bed, feeling his whole body rxed. In fact, since he was discharged from the


    hospital, he could hardly sleep at night, and even more so during the day. Even if he took sleeping pills,


    he could only take a short nap. His daily headache was so bad, but he could not think of anything.


    He never easily told others about his pain, and that the ident left him with a headache that


    extremely affected his sleep.


    For days without rest, his spirit had been strained, and his body on the verge of copse.


    Butst night, here with Joyce, he slept soundly and deeply until dawn, without waking up in the middle


    of the night. He had not slept so well for a long time. For example, tonight in his own home, he simply


    could not sleep.


    He needed to rest, he was tired, and he wanted to sleep well. And this ce seemed to have a magical


    power, and after tossing and turning at home all night without any sleep, he wanted toe here for no


    reason.


    Could it be that he paid a high price for this ce because he could sleep well here?