Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 157

Joyce quickly grabbed her phone back and said, "Got it."

Just now, though for a brief moment, she wasn't sure if Luther had seen the conversation between her

and Christian.

She glanced at him sheepishly.

She was relieved to see that expressionless face.

But, wait? Why should she be afraid? She didn't do or say anything wrong.

She was open and honest, so why should she be afraid of him knowing?

"Add me now." Luther grimaced, took out his own phone, opened the software, and handed it to Joyce.

Casey was also there, so he didn't want to make the scene too bad.

Joyce just had to add him as a friend on the spot.

Luther pressed the accept button. He looked at the screen. Joyce's avatar was actually a cute cat paw

cartoon image. He could not help but gave a mild smile. It was a far cry from her usual style. But the

cat's paw fit her wildcat-like nature.

"I'm off duty." After saying that, Joyce frowned and turned around quickly to run away from the

conference room.

Casey probed over and asked, "Luther, can I add you? Then I can pull you into the work group?" It's

funny how Luther didn’t usually like to use these chat apps, but today he's suddenly interested.

Luther gave Casey a blank look, "No need."Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"…"

Luther looked at Joyce's coldly departing back and suddenly asked Casey, "As I recall, you're

married?"

Casey froze, "Yes." What was the president asking this for?

"What do you do when a woman gets angry?" Luther asked.

"…" Casey had no idea what to say.

Is the president trying to make his wife happy?

"Buy jewelry … buy flowers … buy …" Casey stammered. He wasn't very good at it, and Luther was

absolutely asking the wrong person.

"Nothing, you go out." Luther was cold-faced and looked a little embarrassed.

"Yes, Luther," Casey said as he hastily and respectfully excused himself.

By the time Casey left, Luther was the only one left in the empty conference room.

The fact was that just now, although only a short glimpse, he saw clearly Joyce chatting with Christian.

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became.

Getting up, he left the conference room and walked out of the R&S Group.

It was already dark, and he was walking alone on the street as the streetlights came on in layers,

stretching into the distance. It was a busy, bustling night, with neon lights flashing all around, and a

steady stream of people in the stores along the street.

In a trance, he passed a jewelry store. A necklace placed in the window caught his eye. The unique

shape, simple design, and incomprehensible symbols made it really special.

The sales clerk came out enthusiastically, "Hello, sir. This is our newest limited edition necklace, called

Wheel of Fortune. The simple lines of the seven mangoes represent the mystery, plus a circle of

wheels outside, symbolizing the fate of the unknowable future."

Mystery, fate, an unknowable future.

Luther couldn't help but think of Joyce, the woman he had so far been unable to understand.

He remembered Casey's advice about jewelry…

"Sir, do you want to buy one? It is 70,000 dollars." The clerk tried her best to sell it to him, "Excuse me,

do you want to give it to your girlfriend or your wife?"