Chapter 547


    Joyce''s beautiful eyes were wide open and she felt speechless.


    He, as a man, even leaned his head on her shoulder to sleep. Did he not know how heavy his head


    was?


    Besides, it was an exclusive right of women, right?


    With the carriagepletely quiet, the others finally dared to start breathing normally.


    Only God could know that they were suffocating.


    Juanita was the first to turn her head, and she saw that Luther seemed to be asleep. She asked Joyce


    with her mouth silently, "Is boss asleep?"


    Joyce frowned deeply, her pupils contracted, and she nodded gently.


    It had been only a while, and her shoulders were already sore from his weight.


    Juanita made a surprised expression and continued, "What now?"


    Joyce subconsciously tried to shrug, but as soon as she moved, Luther''s head slid down a bit to her


    soft, bulging breasts, as if it was buried in some hill.


    Hell, she bit her lip, and with one hand, she lifted his head up hard and put it back, hoping he would


    sleep on his own against the back of the seat.


    However, he was too heavy and he was now sleeping like he was unconscious and there was no


    means she could move him.


    She could only lift him slightly upwards, and Luther ended up still leaning on her shoulder.


    A colleague sitting in the row behind Joyce could see from the gap between the seats what happened.


    The boss seemed to be asleep, so he secretly stood up, on tiptoe, and looked down curiously from


    above the seat.


    Joyce noticed someone and raised her head to meet the curious eyes of her colleague.


    She red at him.


    The colleague gave a dryugh and his voice was extremely low, "Sorry for the disturbance." He then


    hurriedly sat back in his seat.


    Another colleague bumped his shoulder with his arm and asked in a whisper, "Well?"


    "The boss fell asleep in Joyce''s arms." The male colleague spat out his tongue, while squeezing his


    eyes.


    In fact, for them, they would certainly stand with Joyce, for they never liked Charlotte at all. If their boss


    and Joyce could get back together, they would be certainly happy to see it.


    Joyce''s shoulder was pressed by Luther, sore and unable to move, and gradually numb. She gritted


    her teeth and held on. Anyway, he was still a patient, so for the time being, she would try her best not


    to be too harsh to him.


    She took out her phone and actually had a message just now.


    She never opened it to look at it because he was around.


    She nced at him out of the corner of her eyes, and he was sleeping heavily. His long eyshes


    were fluttering slightly, like the wings of a butterfly. Just why would a man have such beautiful eyes, she


    thought, pouting her mouth


    She unlocked her phone. It was a message from Karl.


    "Joyce, Ricky has returned to Khebury."


    Joyce''s eyes lit up and she hurriedly replied, "Howe? I thought he deliberately went to the Capital


    to hide for a while. After all, they just met me identally."


    "The news is correct. I have someone in the traffic police brigade, and he confirmed that he has


    returned. I have sent someone to keep an eye on him. He is quite alert and my men dare not get too


    close. You should keep an eye on Charlotte''s movements."


    "I heard that Charlotte is in the military hospital." Joyce sent the message, and she had heard of it from


    Shelly at noon.


    "Okay, I''ll find out where she is." Karl replied.


    "By the way. Do you know Christian?" Joyce edited the message quickly with her left hand.


    "The Bard family has been quite strange recently and has been on the list of the police department."


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    "It''s him."


    Joyce paused for a moment and stole another nce at Luther to make sure he was still asleep.


    Only then did she continue to edit the message.