Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 642

Her voice instantly became coarse, and the exasperated sound echoed over the entire banquet hall.

Jacqueline's horrified roar sent a shock through Joyce's body.

She looked into Luther's dark eyes, her pupils contracting violently, and her breath began to be shaky.

"Why did you push her down?"

Finally, Luther spoke up.

After such a long silence, he began with a question.

Joyce's heart was crossed with pain and her voice was instantly astringent.

"Even you think that I pushed her down?"

There was a powerful surge in her heart, and her hands and feet were sore and weak. What was she expecting? Was she expecting him to have a little trust in her? Was she expecting him to have a little warmth for her? Was she expecting him not to turn his back on her after they had done the most intimate thing in the world just now?

"Huh." She laughed, lowering her head in sarcasm.

She had thought too highly of herself, like a clown jumping up and down in front of him.

She had lost her body. But she didn’t realize that she had even lost her heart.

She had lost her dignity and was now trampled on by him.

What did she have left?

A shell with nothing but holes?

"I'm asking you. Why did you push her down?" Luther questioned again in a stern voice.

"Because Shelly almost caused you to miscarry? Are you taking revenge on Charlotte? Or, do you want to get back at me because I just forced myself on you? Or, is this your way of stopping me from getting engaged?" He growled lowly, and he could not hide the pain from his deep dark eyes.

Joyce didn’t say anything.

She had nothing more to say.