Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 137

If she answered the phone, it would be hard for her to explain why she was with Christian. It was about

the Warner family and the Ballard family, and if they had a problem, it would be even harder for her to

say.

But if she didn’t answer the phone, she was afraid that Luther would look for her everywhere and

everyone would know.

Joyce thought about it again and again, and decided that it was better not to answer the phone.

She simply turned her phone to silent, and her ears were not bothered.

Christian's eyes glanced at Luther's phone and his lips showed a cold smile. He knew very well, Luther

clearly saw him and Joyce together in the car. Now he called Joyce. Was he even afraid that he might Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

eat Joyce?

Joyce picked up the jack, went to the wheel, skillfully drove the runabout up and used a special wrench

to remove the tire.

Christian looked at her with adoring eyes. He never expected a girl could be so wild and could even

change tires for him.

"Amazing! What else can't you do?" He asked curiously.

"There are a couple of things indeed, like getting rid of flies like you." She retorted.

"…"

He felt that he could not speak, and as soon as he spoke, he would be retorted by Joyce.

And what a fiery little wildcat.

"Hey, I heard that you are the main designer for the integrated casting technology of the car design

project of R&S Group?" Christian asked as he lit a cigarette on the roadside and held it between his

two fingers. He looked just evilly sexy.

"You've asked around, why are you asking me." Joyce struggled to turn the wrench and looked up at

him, "Got the time to smoke, can't you help?"

Christian took two puffs and threw the cigarette on the floor and stomped it out.

"Hold down here and help me wrench it together." Joyce pointed to the screw, "This one is particularly

tight and I just can’t get it off."

Christian squatted down and helped turn the wrench together, and the two of them worked together

and finally took the screw off.

"There you go." Joyce quickly removed the tires, "It's hard to remove, but much easier to reinstall. You

just don’t stand in the way."

After saying that, she pushed Christian away from her, who was in the way.

"You are really…" Christian blackened his face. What a ruthless woman! Shouting at him when she

needed him, and throwing him away when she did not need him anymore.

Looking at her skillful action, he squatted beside her again, "How much R&S Group pays you, I give

you ten times.

We at the Ballard group also have an automotive program that had been a strong competitor to the

R&S Group. Do you want to think about it? I'll cover the breach of contract for you."

Joyce put the new tires on and screwed it back, "Doing things the way they should be done is a matter

of professional ethics."

When she was done, she stood up. In her haste to get up, she didn't notice that Christian was

crouching beside her. Her raised elbow directly hit his handsome and cool chin.

"Ah." Christian screamed in pain, covering his jaw.

Joyce said awkwardly, "Sorry, I didn't see you." Seeing his exaggerated expression, she couldn't help

but frown, "Does it hurt that much? It was my arm that hit you, not a jackhammer."

"If my handsome face is ruined, you'll be responsible. You will need to stay with me then." He said

grimly.

"Heh." Joyce put the old tires and tools back in the trunk.

Pull out a wet paper towel from the car and carefully wipe her hands clean.

Christian leaned against the roadside railing, legs folded, re-lit a cigarette, his whole person immersed

in the lingering smoke, and seemed to thought about the past. He quietly spoke, "Some one like Luther,

simply won’t deserve your love. You know too little about him."