Chapter 1997: Special Preferences


    Chapter 1997: Special Preferences


    With lustrous ck hair, wless skin resembling polished jade, delicate features, and captivating


    eyes, Joyce possessed an indescribable charm in her every step. Despite being a mother of four


    children, her beauty had only intensified, and one couldn''t tell she had given birth at all.


    Approaching them, a staff member spoke, "Mr. Warner, the dress fits perfectly. There''s no need for


    any alterations."


    "Hmm," Luther''s voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of huskiness. "All of you, leave."


    The two staff members exchanged puzzled nces, unsure of what Mr. Warner meant. Were they


    dissatisfied with their wedding gown creations? Anxiety shed across their faces.


    Joyce also didn''t understand Luther''s intentions. She lowered her head to look at herself. "What''s


    wrong? I think it looks good. Are you not satisfied?"


    Luther''s Adam''s apple bobbed involuntarily.


    "Come here," he beckoned to her. Satisfied, he was unbelievably satisfied.


    One of the staff members seemed to understand Mr. Warner''s intentions. She gestured to the


    others to quickly leave, cing her hand behind her back.


    Then, the staff member respectfully said, "Mr. Warner, we will deliver the remaining essories


    another day. If you have any further requests for improvements, please contact us at any time. We''ll


    take our leave now."


    After speaking, the staff members quickly departed.


    Luther waved his hand, and the security personnel followed suit, exiting the room.


    He once again motioned for Joyce toe closer.


    Confused, Joyce watched as the staff members and security personnel left one by one.


    As she approached, Luther embraced her. Suddenly, she realized what he intended to do, but it was


    toote to resist. Why was she so foolish? He had sent everyone away, leaving the room empty.


    What else could he do??


    And it wasn''t the first time she had fallen for such a trick. Her reaction was simply too slow.


    She bit her lip, widened her eyes, and looked at him slightly annoyed.


    "I warn you, don''t ruin the dress."


    Luther''s lips curled sensually as he chuckled softly.


    "Alright."


    He reached out and caressed her cheek, then followed the graceful lines of her neck, admiring her


    as if she were a precious piece of art. His eyes were filled with appreciation.


    Next, he loosened his own tie and discarded it to the side, then silently looked at Joyce.


    "Since you''re afraid I''ll ruin the dress, you can do it yourself."


    Following that, he took out a box of condoms from his pocket and ced it on the coffee table.


    The implication was clear.


    Joyce''s cheeks zed, and she felt a wave of heat wash over her.


    "You actually carry these with you?" She could hardly believe it. Was he prepared to sleep with her


    anytime, anywhere? It was too much!


    Luther neither confirmed nor denied it. Indeed, he always kept them on hand. After the previous


    close call, he didn''t want her to get pregnant again. Yet, she was too beautiful, and he couldn''t resist


    her temptation. So, he was always prepared. In every room of the house-bathrooms, hot springs,


    study, office-and even on him, he had them ready. She just didn''t know.


    Joyce...


    His demeanor made it impossible for her to deny him today. She worried that he might be rough,


    identally tearing the wedding dress and requiring it to be remade and fitted again. Not only was


    time pressing, but it would also be troublesome. It was better to go along with him.


    She turned her face away and carefully unfastened her wedding dress until it waspletely open.


    Under these circumstances, she couldn''t resist at all.


    There was no need for unnecessary resistance; it would only be a waste.


    It was a lesson everyone understood.


    Moreover, the security personnel were all stationed outside, and she didn''t want to make it too


    embarrassing.


    Luther reached out and pulled her waist, guiding her towards himself. With a gentle push, heid


    her down on the spacious sofa. He gathered up the long train of her dress, lifting it up to her waist.


    "You''re such a good girl, so beautiful..."


    His sensual tone dissipated as their deep kiss began.


    Afterward, thankfully, her clothes remained intact.


    The couture wedding gown was tossed on the floor beside the sofa.


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    Joyce, now wearing her leisure attire,y on the sofa, nestled in his arms. His heartbeat was fast,


    strong, and his slightly damp shirt clung perfectly to his exquisite physique, making her blush and


    her heart race.


    Although tired and still somewhat irritated, she felt extremely satisfied both physically and mentally.


    Their connection was perfect.


    Luther gently smoothed her slightly damp long hair.


    Breathing heavily, Joyceined, "I won''t try on anything in front of you ever again."


    "Why?" he asked.


    "Because you have a special uniform fetish?" Joyce couldn''t help but question. In the past,


    whenever she put on a new military uniform, it would be mercilessly "ruined" by him. Every time she


    wore a new outfit, he would "spoil" it... and now even her wedding dress...


    Luther lifted her chin, looking at her with an amused expression.


    "Before, I didn''t have one. But now, I do. Who taught you to be so tempting? You''re the one


    corrupting me," he responded, his tone serious.


    Joyce''s mouth hung open, speechless. How did it be her responsibility? He was truly skilled at


    shifting me and evading responsibility. It was first-ss deflection.


    She couldn''t find any words to retort.


    Luther decided to pull her onto hisp, but she quickly moved away, keeping her distance. She


    red at him fiercely.


    "Forget it. I don''t trust you anymore. Tonight, you''re sleeping in another room. Period. No


    negotiations," Joyce dered sternly, her gaze fixed on him as she opened the security door and


    returned to the house from the living room.


    Luther wore a pained expression. Not being able to hold her while sleeping was more


    ufortable for him than being imprisoned. It seemed she was truly angry today. Well, he had


    indeed gone too far just now. He knew they had already... just a little while ago...


    He sighed, feeling sorry. "I promise I won''t touch you tonight," he said, somewhat dejected.


    "I don''t need your promise. You''re sleeping in another room tonight, and that''s final," Joyce replied,


    ring at Luther before storming off to her own room.


    Luther wore a look of sorrow. Not being able to sleep while holding her... it was more ufortable


    than being in prison. It seemed she was genuinely angry this time. Well, he had indeed gone too far.


    He knew they had just ...st night and just now he just could not help it...