Chapter 2008: Catching A Turtle In A Pot


    Chapter 2008: Catching a Turtle in a Pot


    As the wedding approached, the household grew increasingly busy. After testing a few nannies,


    Joyce and Luther found that things around them seemed calmer, almost as if the storm had


    suddenly subsided, returning to the tranquil depths of the sea. Yet, a sense of unease lingered in


    the air.


    On this day, Luther returned home, only to find no sign of Joyce. Just then, Elsa passed by, and


    Luther approached her, asking, "Have you seen Joyce?" Elsa responded, "I saw madam on the


    third-floor terrace." Luther immediately headed to the terrace to find Joyce.


    Pushing open the ss door, he saw Joyce lying diagonally on a beach chair, basking in the sun.


    She seemed to be asleep, with the thin nket that covered her now lying on the ground. Luther


    gingerly picked up the nket and carefully draped it over her.


    These days, she must have been tired. Initially, she took turns carrying Wilson or Cullen back to the


    room every day, spending nights putting the children to sleep. Eventually, she even moved into the


    nursery, watching over the children day and night. The nannies assumed Joyce was just wanting to


    be more hands-on with her children after giving birth, showing no signs of concern or unease.


    Meanwhile, Luther focused more on watching over Anderson and Iris.


    After a brief nap, Joyce sensed someone by her side and woke up abruptly. Sitting up suddenly, she


    looked at the visitor and, upon seeing Luther, let out a sigh of relief. "You''re back so early?" she


    inquired.


    Sitting beside her, Luther embraced her, "Did I wake you up?" Joyce hugged Luther back, gently


    shaking her head, "No, I was sunbathing with Wilson and Cullen before. Now that they''re back in


    the nursery, I''m just lying here. If youe back, just wake me up."


    Running his fingers through her soft hair, Luther suggested, "If you''re tired, rest in my arms and


    have a little more sleep." Joyce shook her head, "Not tired. By the way, what about Mrs. Powell''s


    situation?"


    In a low voice, Luther replied, "I checked all the ounts under their name, as well as her rtives


    and son. There was no abnormal financial activity, and I also went through theirmunication


    numbers thoroughly. There were no signs of anything suspicious."


    Deep in thought, Joyce remarked, "In observing her these recent times, I also find it unlikely. A


    person''s character and cognition don''t change easily. She doesn''t seem like that type of person, but


    I won''t let my guard down."


    Continuing, Luther added, "I''ve already arranged for her son''s college matters. He''s indeed a


    talented child in biochemistry, having won multiplepetitions. I''ve applied for schrships and


    special sponsorships for him. He won''t have to worry about tuition fees anymore."


    "Mis. Powell is proud, so giving her money directly is out of the question. This approach seems


    more appropriate. I''ll tell herter," Joyce sat up, asking about the time and when Anderson and Iris


    were due back.


    Luther held her again, "They''ll be back in half an hour. You should lie down for a bit more.


    Tomorrow, Anderson and Iris will be taking time off from school. We''re all going to South Ind for


    the wedding and full moon banquet, everything has been prepared."


    Joyce leaned against him, "I haven''t asked you yet. Why did you choose to hold the wedding on


    South Ind? Do you have a n?"


    Caressing her arm, Luther exined, "South Ind is closest to Khebury, and it''s a small ind that


    belongs to me. Years ago, I turned it into a resort. This time, I''ve cleared the entire ind for our


    wedding. With its unique sea-surrounded location, I can detect any anomalies immediately. All


    guests must travel to the ind on small yachts provided by me, ensuring strict security checks


    eliminate any suspicious devices. I haveplete control over allmunication signals on the


    ind, be it low-frequency waves or satellites, no one can transmit messages off the ind."


    Looking into Luther''s eyes, Joyce cupped his chin and smiled, "Look at you, Mr. CEO. After being


    with me, you''ve be the director of the Intelligence Agency. It seems like you''ll be in charge of


    national security in the future."


    Luther gave her a look, "Stop teasing me. Is there anything else you think we''ve overlooked?"


    Thinking for a moment, Joyce replied, "Your n is well thought out, mainly focused on security


    systems. I''ll look into that too. I don''t have any other suggestions. Your approach feels like catching


    a turtle in a pot. Not even a mosquito can fly in or out. Do you think the other party will take action at


    our wedding?"


    Luther''s gaze turned cold, "I waited five full years to have this wedding with you. Privately, I don''t


    want anyone to ruin it. Even if they make a move, I''ll make sure they have no way back."


    Hooking her neck, Joyce mused, "If they have a n, it''s easy to expose on South Ind. For us,


    it''s also an opportunity. We can catch them early on and not worry."


    Luther nodded, "I know." His eyes hinted at a trap, waiting for the other party to take the bait.


    He hesitated, about to say something but ultimately holding back. This time, he would bear the


    burden alone. He already had a suspect in mind but needed confirmation.


    Joyce, oblivious to Luther''s change in demeanor, simply leaned on him, savoring the feeling of


    peace at that moment. Luther embraced her for a while, then lowered his head, lifting her chin,


    pressing his lips against hers.


    Starting softly, their kiss deepened gradually, lips interlocked, reluctant to part. Joyce was


    ustomed to their intimacies and naturally wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer.


    These days, they were both busy, sleeping apart at night with no time or thought for intimacy.


    But this kiss became irresistible. Joyce maintained herposure, aware that they were on the


    terrace. When Luther reached to undo her clothes, she stopped him, sensing it wasn''t quite


    appropriate.


    At that moment, Elsa''s voice was heard from beyond the terrace, "Madam, Mr. Warner, Anderson,


    and Iris are back. They''re looking for you."


    Luther quickly sat up, clearing his throat, a hint of hoarseness in his voice, "Got it. You go down


    first."


    Joyce also turned away, catching her breath.


    Seeing their intimacy, Elsa showed no surprise or embarrassment, simply replying, "Okay."This belongs ? N?velDra/ma.Org.