Chapter 8

However, when Jacqueline and Shelly heard from others that Joyce claimed to be Stephanie's nanny and Luther did not deny it, the two were somewhat relieved.

The two discussed privately and ventured to guess that perhaps there was some sort of agreement between Luther and Joyce, and that this agreement must have something to do with Stephanie.

Since Luther didn't want to go public with the news that he's married. Then there was room to turn everything around.

They just pretended they didn't know.

"Speaking of which, our two families still have a marriage contract ......" Jacqueline wanted to say something, probing Cecelia's attitude. The marriage with the general family was vital to the business circle.

"A marriage contract?" Charlotte thought she had heard it wrong.

"Oh, back when you were just born. Our two families agreed that the eldest son and daughter would be married later." Cecelia narrated, "Charlotte, you can choose for yourself. Mom will never force you."

Cecelia looked at Charlotte tenderly. Twenty years had passed, and after all the hardships, she finally found her daughter. She was so young and experienced the hardship in orphanage. In the future she would compensate her.

Charlotte thought there was an engagement between her and Luther.

God, she was ecstatic, and willing to marry him.

Shelly yanked Luther over here, "Speaking of this, Charlotte saved Luther's life." To broker the marriage for them and got rid of Joyce. That was something she was happy to see it happen.

"Really?" Jacqueline stood up and asked with concern, "Luther, when did you get hurt? Did Charlotte save you?"

Charlotte bowed her head shyly.

No words meant acquiescence.

With uncertain look, Luther only said, "That day I was in danger. Thanks to Miss Charlotte for saving me, otherwise it would have been a disaster."

He did, indeed, always owe Charlotte an explanation.

And, it can't be delayed any longer.

He didn't expect that Charlotte would be the daughter of the Heath family, to whom he was engaged to.

"I can't believe that they have this kind of destiny. It's really God's will." Cecelia saw a blush on Charlotte's cheeks, and she immediately understood that her daughter was already in love with him.

"Luther, Charlotte saved your life. You have to repay her well." Jacqueline couldn't wait for the two families to join in marriage.

"Luther, you can pledge to marry her." Shelly pushed him.

......

Joyce was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and she could hear their voice not far away.

Charlotte had saved Luther's life and was engaged to him.

What a surprise.

She faked to be his wife and became a real mistress.

She didn't want to hear it any more, and then walked away towards the garden terrace.

Her phone rang again and she glanced at the caller.

Finally did not answer. It is afraid to answer. Because she had no way to explain what she was doing at the moment.

She took a deep breath and felt even more tired.

"Luther's wife?" The voice that suddenly rang out startled her.

She turned her head and watched a man come out of the darkness.

Pure black suit, black tie. Demonic and wild looks, the man was born so evil. That was a kind of sin. He lit a cigarette, and his whole body was immersed in the lingering smoke.

"What, do I look fascinated?" Christian Ballard's mouth was slanted in a bad smile.

"You're not a good person, stay away from me." Joyce said bluntly, turning away.

Christian froze, not expecting her to be so blunt at all.

He was involved in the illegality, but he did not have to write the word "bad" on his face.

Oh, Luther's women, it wa so much fun.

He was also interested in her.

He crushed out the cigarette in his hand with his bare hands, not feeling hot at all.

He smiled wildly, so enchanting.

After the banquet.

Luther drove Joyce away with him.

Riveria Haze was located on the outskirts of the city, far from the Warner family's main house, and one had to cross the whole Khebury to get there.

The Maybach drove onto the highway and sped along.

The red lights on the rear of the car in front of them were alternately flashing, like the scarlet eyes of the dark night.

Luther did not say a word and seemed to have something on his mind.

Joyce hesitated, but spoke first, "Charlotte and you have an oral marriage contract."

Luther looked at her sideways.

Joyce paused and looked into his eyes.

"I heard that she even saved your life?" She was quite puzzled for she had the impression that Charlotte was not the one who would give a helping hand. Charlotte hadn't studied first aid.

"Hmm." He responded, not wanting to talk much about Charlotte.

There was a moment of silence and the atmosphere was somewhat stagnant.

As Joyce was just about to speak, Luther interrupted, "We need to divorce as soon as possible. She has saved my life, I need to make up for her."

After saying that, he had some strange feeling in his heart.

In fact, he had a hunch that Joyce was going to file for divorce.

As a man, he wished he had spoken first.

"Okay." Joyce replied with an expressionless face.

She wants a divorce as soon as possible more than he does.

Luther looked at her, seeing no reaction from her. He was not feeling well.

The air pressure in the car seemed to be getting lower and lower, suffocating people to catch their breath.

"Tomorrow we will go through the formalities. Grandma wants you to stay on, so you still live in the Warner family to take care of her. Keep the divorce a secret from Grandma, don't let her know about it. You can ask whatever you want."

He spoke what he wanted to say at a draught but felt more upset, as if he was acting rashly to say so.

"It's OK. Grandma has been good to me and I will do my duty. Money won't be needed, it's enough." She thought of the gentle Cecelia she had just seen, and her parents whom she had never met, and an inexplicable sadness crossing her heart.

Stephanie gave her the feeling that she was one of the family member, and she will take care of her as if she were her family member.

In this world, she never had anyone she could rely on.

Joyce stopped talking. She seemed to immerse in the solitude. This loneliness from the inside out let Luther feel pity.

Luther's heart felt like it was stung by something, but there was no taking back what was said.

He hammered the steering wheel in exasperation.

Suddenly, his expression was awe-inspiring and his black eyes contracted violently.

He looked at the rearview mirror several times and then stepped on the gas pedal, like a sword off the string, to accelerate the car.

Inertia caused Joyce to slam backwards into the seat, hurting her neck.

As if sensing danger, she took a deep breath, "What's wrong?"

"There are several cars trailing us." Luther's voice was like cold ice.

Joyce looked at the inside rearview mirror and then the right rearview mirror.

One, two, three, four. She counted silently.

"There are four cars trailing in total." Joyce looked gloomy, "We are now in the middle of nowhere, which is the same as being exposed to their view."

As they spoke, two cars behind them roared furiously to their front.

"Bang", it was a gunshot, straight at them.

Joyce can actually judge the sound of the gun and the trajectory of the bullet, and she can dodge it.

However, Luther was faster. He did not hesitate for a moment. One of his hands wielded the steering wheel to avoid their chasing, and the other one pressed her head to his chest, using his body to protect her. The large caliber bullet was so powerful that it went right through the front windshield and brushed past the seat.

Knock, knock, knock!

She heard the violent and powerful beating of his heart, and smelled his distinctive masculine scent. That was good. She was always all by herself, and had never had this kind of warmth and reassurance since she grew up.

In her heart, a trace of other emotions slowly grew.

The criminals became even more violent and shot for more time "bang bang bang".