Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

“Heh, seems like the gun has got to a good hand.” Luther’s eyes revealed appreciation.

She looked just so happy. Her bright eyes blossomed with crystal light, her red lips swirled into a beautiful arc, and her infectious laughter seemed to have also made him as happy.

Other women, he was afraid, would only be so surprised when they saw luxury jewelry.

She was really special. She never loved fancy clothes or jewelry, unlike ordinary women.

It seemed that he had got the right gift for her.

“It’s really, for me?” Joyce looked to Luther with some uncertainty, “Is it really okay? A collector edition pistol like this must be very expensive. You may not be able to buy it even if you have the money.”

“It’s for you.” Luther looked at her with amusement. Of course, you could not buy something like this with money. He kind of “stole” it from Khebury’s gun museum.

Joyce carefully stroked the pistol, smooth and polished, and she just could never get her hands off the gun again.

She praised, “Light and small. I can keep it in my handbag.”

“After the modification, it’s now shorter and can cause more damage with almost no recoil. Great gun!” She turned it upside down in her hand and kept praising it.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“You were attacked the day before yesterday, and there is no guarantee that you will not encounter this kind of thing again in the future. This pistol is for you to use for self-defense.” Luther said, and he looked quite serious. She clearly knew how to protect herself but she just did not have the right tool with her, and as a result, she was attacked by that masked man. In the future, he would never want her to get into such things.

“Hmm.” Joyce thought to herself that with this gun, she wouldn’t need to carry the boomerang darts around in the future. The darts were not convenient to keep around, to begin with, as they had sharp edges and corners. This time she had forgotten her darts and was attacked by the thug.

Joyce raised her arm, the pink pistol twirling nimbly in her hand.

Suddenly, the pistol stopped.

The gun was aimed right at Luther.

Her beautiful eyes were slightly raised and she asked with a smile, “Luther, you gave me a pistol. And you’re not scared?”

“Scared of what?” Luther asked with amusement as he sat gracefully upright with his legs folded.

Even some casual movements of his could exude a deadly and charming aura.

Joyce adjusted the gun and pointed it right at his heart.

“Aren’t you afraid that one day I’ll shoot you in the heart?” She narrowed one eye, and a word came out of her seductive red lips.

Luther smiled wickedly and suddenly stood up, walking straight towards her.

Grabbing her hand violently, causing the muzzle of the gun to be placed directly against his heart.

“If there is a day, it will be my willingness.” He turned sideways and leaned close to her ear, teasing her seductively, “But would you?”

Joyce blushed and pursed her lips.

Feeling like she shouldn’t make that joke.

Instead, she was teased by that man.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward and ambiguous.

Joyce, as if remembering something, suddenly raised her voice and shouted in exasperation, “What’s the use of sending me a gun, I don’t have a license to carry a gun. It’s also illegal for me to shoot!”

Looking at her cute and naive look, Luther laughed out loud and reached out to pinch her puffy cheeks, “You think I wouldn’t expect that? Don’t worry, I have already asked Felix to help you get a special permit to carry a gun.”

He picked up the suit on the couch and put it on, “Come on, you go change into a light suit, you need to pass a target shooting test to apply for a gun permit. Take you there now.”