Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

“Heh.” Joyce was speechless at the ridiculous.

And it was none of her business.

She would have sit in a cafe for a while and have a cup of coffee, but now that was not possible.

Joyce turned around to leave, but Christian stopped her again.

“Every time I see you, you’re preoccupied. Is Luther treating you badly?” Christian asked curiously.

Joyce thought it was pointless to keep wasting time on it and simply answered him, “I have nothing to do with him. You misunderstood.”

“Misunderstanding?” Christian snorted and shook his head. “There’s no way he’d bring unrelated women to a party.”

“You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you, so why ask more questions?” Joyce was tempted to shake off his hand, but he clutched it tightly, “Why don’t you just go ask Luther?”

Intuition told her that the man in front of her was not an ordinary person, perhaps he was involved in the gangster. Perhaps he was Luther’s enemy.

In short, she needed to stay away.

“Your name is Joyce, isn’t it?” He teased at her slightly.

She froze for a moment. It seemed he had everything about her.

He closed his hand with force and instantly pulled her in front of him. Too close, she could clearly feel his breath.

“You smell so good. I love it.”

“Let go. What are you trying to do in public?” She looked away, dodging.

“What, are you afraid?”

He laughed evilly and wildly, and lowered his head to give her a peck on the cheek.

“Shameless.” Joyce thought it was annoyed that she had been molested in public.

“How about not leaving Luther and be with me? I can give you anything you want.” He said it in a bad way.

Joyce kicked him hard and shook off his hand, finally breaking away from him and taking a few steps back.

“Sick.” With that, she turned and ran for the door.

This person was dangerous and she cannot have any involvement.

Christian did not chase after her, smiling and shouting at her back, “the Ballard family group, Christian. Woman, you will need me one day. Remember to come to me oh.”

Joyce ignored it.

As she trotted to the cafe door, she glanced back at Christian.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

He was seen propping up the bar with one hand, legs folded and placed, sipping coffee in a leisurely manner.

Thinking about his bad behavior just now, she suddenly felt the fire inside her body everywhere.

Such people should always be taught a lesson.

With that in mind, she held a boomerang dart in her hand.

The dart flew out like a sword and returned to her hand quickly.

The impact was swift, and the black liquid poured out all over his expensive suit and shiny American crocodile shoes.

It instantly made him wretched.

In his life, he had never been so screwed.

He froze and disbelief was on his face.

Because he saw it.

Although the speed was extremely fast and difficult for the average person to perceive. But he can see it clearly that it was a boomerang dart that hit the coffee in his hand and then flew back.

The person who threw the boomerang was Joyce.

He saw her turn around with a stunning smile. That made her heart beat.

“Heh, so it was you who saved Luther last time,” Christian became serious and his lips curled up in a playful manner.

All of the people chasing Luther were wounded by the boomerang darts. The depth of the wounds was measured with precision.

He had been looking for it, and it was you.

Joyce!

Things was getting interesting.