Chapter 881


    He moved away her hand that was covering his mouth and yelled, "Stop it!"


    It was as if she was scared by his irritated voice.


    She froze, her hand stopped, and her big misty innocent eyes kept blinking at him, as if she didn''t know


    what she had done wrong.


    She looked so pitiful.


    His heart instantly softened and he couldn''t bear to be harsh to her. He softly coaxed, "You sleep here


    for a while, and I''ll go buy you sobriety pills. Be a good girl, ok?"


    Then he gently lowered her to the top of the couch, "Wait for me for a moment."


    She nodded quietly.


    However, at the moment when he was about to get up…


    She suddenly reached out and pulled him down hard.


    At this moment, before he could understand what happened, their lips had been pressed tightly


    together.


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    He shuddered violently. She felt so warm and soft and there was her strong intoxicating alcoholic


    aroma. He felt like he was drunk too.


    She felt hungry, and right in front of her, she seemed to see a delicious feast and she didn''t hesitate to


    nibble on it.


    His dark eyes widened and he looked at her incredulously.


    She took the initiative to … kiss her?


    He felt his sanity had copsed in a sh. He closed his eyes and kept kissing deeper and deeper. She


    smelled so good, so sweet, so soft, and he felt some part of him was swelling. His consciousness was


    fading, and he couldn''t control it anymore.


    The next day.


    When Joyce woke up, she found herself lying in bed.


    The bright sunlight had reached the bed, warm and cozy.


    She felt her head was splitting, and she was aching all over. Damn alcohol! How strong that must be!


    She barely opened her eyes and looked around. This was her own room.


    She was wearing a nightgown and inside …


    She was shocked, and hurriedly sat up and touched the inside of her pajamas. Luckily, her underwear


    was still in ce.


    The petticoat of her dress was also there, so it looked like someone just took off her dress and helped


    her put her nightgown on.


    Inside her room, it was neat and tidy, without a trace of clutter.


    On top of the sofa next to the bed, her ck mink shawl, her handbag, her room card, and her cell


    phone were all neatly ced.


    Hell, she''dpletely forgot what happenedst night! Damn hangover.


    All she remembered was she getting off the elevator from the ballroom and meeting Luther after the


    elevator opened.


    After that, she got into his sports car.


    And after that, she could not remember anything at all! Her mind was nk and she couldn''t remember


    anything.


    How on earth did she get back to her room, and what did she dost night?


    She had no memory of it at all.


    To be sure, Luther sent her back and changed her into her pajamas again.


    When she thought of this, she hurriedly got out of bed and rushed out of the room, but inside the empty


    suite, Luther was nowhere to be found.


    He didn''t sleep with herst night, nor did he sleep on top of the couch.


    He would be so good?


    He just sent her to her room? Without doing anything?


    She looked around suspiciously and there was really nothing wrong that she could find.


    Her head hurt. She went into the bathroom, removed her mask, then turned on the faucet and took a


    nice hot shower to wash away the sticky and alcoholic smell.


    Then she dried her hair, reapplied the mask and changed into a loose casual dress.


    After getting herself all cleaned up, she decided to go to Luther''s presidential suite and ask him.


    Last night, what happened afterwards?