Chapter 6

Joyce was afraid of tickle. Once upon a time, that man always liked to scratch her neck secretly with a feather.

"Joyce, you need to work on your fixation, you're distracted oh."

"Distracted and still hitting 10 rings, fantastic."

She dodges around every time she got tickled.

It was only when one was young and ignorant that can feel the joy of innocence.

The tickle on her neck felt like it was being tickled by a feather, so she couldn't help it and laughed, "Justin, stop it."

Words was like cold water pouring over his head.

Instantly, the water extinguished all the out-of-control fires in Luther's body.

He awoke. what was he doing? Surprisingly, he was charmed by her.

Whose name did she just shout? He did not hear it, but he was sure that it was the name of another man.

The heart was extremely upset.

She had a boyfriend? He was surprisingly unaware of it.

Damn Joyce, was she using him as a stand-in?

He couldn't stand it any longer and stood up and roared, "Enough! It's time for you to wake up!"

After that, he lifted Joyce's collar, and dragged her all the way to the bathroom. She was dumped directly into the bathtub which was filled with water.

The warm water instantly flooded her body.

It sobered her up abruptly.

Joyce shook her long, wet hair and tried to open her beautiful eyes wide, looking at Luther with a confused expression, "What's your problem?"

"......"

Luther was about to explode with anger.

"Ah, really. The clothes are all wet." She grumbled.

"You don't remember what you just did?" He gritted his teeth.

Joyce was shocked, and hurriedly checked if her clothes were put off. Except for the two missing collar buttons, all was unscathed.

She was relieved that nothing had happened.

"I'm sorry, I probably drank bad-quality wine and lost my temper in some way just now. Please don't mind." She apologized.

"Bad-quality wine?!" Luther gasped, "You drank that bottle of Spade A. It's worth a hundred thousand pounds!!!" There were another basements in the house but the cabinet in his room was his private collection.

"Ah!" Joyce was stunned, and calculated the exchange rate. It was 9. It was worthy of a million. God! just a small bottle?

"Do, do I need to pay?" She looked at him in horror. She hadn't paid back the 800,000 RMB that she owed before, and a million-worth bottle of wine would be too much to pay back for her.

"......"

With such an expression on her face, he instantly lost his temper. This woman, all she thought about was money right now.

Joyce climbed out of the tub.

Her white clothes were soaked with water, as if there was nothing clinging to the body. Every body line was perfectly outlined, simply more sexy than not wearing clothes.

Luther caught a glimpse and gasped. Just can't help not to look at her.

The hot kiss came to his mind, and he tried to restrain himslef. He pulled off a towel and threw it over Joyce.

"Put it on."

Joyce only then noticed that her soaked clothes appeared to be transparent.

She awkwardly wrapped herself up in a bath towel and smoothed her long, dripping hair.

She just wanted to leave, but her feet slipped and stumbled into Luther's arms.

The soft curves clung to him without a seam.

Luther could not easily suppress the heat in his heart. It was instantly ignited again.

"Don."

He turned around and pinned her against the cold wall of the bathroom, huffing, "What, seduce me twice. Okay, since you're so proactive, I'll satisfy you."

When he finished his speech, he ripped off the bath towel she was wrapped in.

Since she was a gold-digging wannabe, why should he put up with it if she wants to have some fun?

"Pop".

Luther's handsome face tilted to the side, completely stunned.

Joyce was also surprised by herself that she had slapped him.

"You!" Luther's black eyes lit up with rage, for the first time in his life he was slapped in the face, how dare she!

After that slap.

For a long time, Luther and Joyce were in a cold war.

Both calmed down, but also peaceful.

One day, Luther took the initiative to bring Joyce to the Riveria Haze, which was Khebury's most luxurious banquet center.

A palace was made with marble and glass, with colorful window panes, arched ceiling that was embedded with gold and a luxury chandelier lamp hanging down from the ceiling. People who can access here were the business elite and politicians.

Joyce had never been to an event like this before.

The media gathered here and countless flashing lights shone.

She took a deep breath, no wonder Luther wanted her to change clothes. The banquet that she imagined was relatively different from the reality.

When Luther passed by, the media coincidentally put down their cameras.

It was known in the industry that only if Luther gave his nod of consent can his picture be taken. If anyone took his photo stealthily, the photographers will disappear in Khebury next day, not to mention if their jobs were saved.

Luther, who had never brought a woman to an event, was with a woman of unparalleled beauty today. And even if the media was curious, no one dared to take a picture of Joyce.

Joyce followed Luther into the hall.

Inside the hall, countless eyes were on Joyce in a flash.

Under the shining lights, she had a lotus pink dress, slender body, perfect face, cool as if a goddess.

Who was she?

Surprisingly, Luther came along with her.

She was so beautiful. I've never seen her before.

The gentlemen and ladies whispered.

When Luther entered the hall, several politicians gathered around to exchange pleasantries, and Joyce wisely stepped aside.

Two exquisitely dressed celebrities quietly approached as they sized up Joyce and then gazed in awe.

Glancing at the dress she was wearing, they even marveled, "Wow, isn't this the latest model of this year designed by TW private chief designer?"

"Yeah, didn't they say they were only on display and not for sale? How did you get it?"

Joyce has never liked to deal with this kind of scene. Her lips slightly hooked, "You are looking at the wrong one. This is the copycat version."

What she just said made the two celebrities at loss for words. They awkwardly smiled. How could it possible? They coveted for the dress for so long that they could not be wrong.

Waiters in tuxedos shuttled in the banquet hall, holding plates full of champagne.

Joyce took one and held it in her hand.

At this time, an enchanting woman wearing a fiery red long dress approached with an arrogant posture. Her makeup was extremely heavy. The neckline of her dress was extremely low, sexy and stylish.

Martha Robinson was a top tier supermodel. Her family was rich and Shaw Entertainment Group was a resounding presence in Khebury.

She walked up to Joyce, towering over her with contempt and a hostile look on her face, "Who are you?"

This woman was not polite. Joyce lightly replied, "You do not need to know."

"You!" Martha's gorgeous face instantly twisted. Being admired by others all the time, she had never been ignored. "How dare you speak to me like that, don't you know who I am?!"

Joyce's eyes slightly raised and she shrugged, "Sorry, I don't know and I'm not interested."

Martha felt like she was going crazy. This woman was too rampant.

Ever being conscious of her image, she yelled out of control. "Bitch, what the hell is your relationship with Luther? Why did you come with him?" She was burning with jealousy, knowing that she had been pestering Luther since she was a child, but Luther had never responded and asked her not to stand by him, let alone take her to a party. Why this woman in front of her had the right?

"Oh." Joyce trailed off deliberately.

"Then you listen carefully, I am ......" Joyce deliberately paused.