Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 71

Joyce's heroic dive was quickly festered throughout Khebury.

A girl saving a man was not something you could see every day!

Trending topics, headlines, and major network platforms were overwhelmed with news about her for

several days.

Khebury was in full swing with the first "Khebury Shining Star" contest. It was not like some Khebury

Lady

contest, and it was not about qualifications, but a real selection of the best image for the city of

Khebury. It was a

truly public event and was absolutely fair.

There was no need for registration but votes from the citizens were required to be shortlisted. So there

would be no forms to fill out and no propaganda to worry about.

You just needed absolute strength, charisma, and public recognition. The elected representatives

would

represent the Khebury government in various public service activities in the future.

Then there happened to be Joyce's heroic dive.

It's simply, a perfect match.

Although the selection was almost over, many people named Joyce at the same time, so Joyce is like a

black horse coming out from nowhere, quickly overtaking previous candidates.

A genuine scholar with unparalleled beauty who would even sacrifice herself for her fellow citizen,

undoubtedly the best candidate for the ambassador of goodwill.

In just a few days, Joyce's ranking shot straight up to number one and then took a distant lead.

All of a sudden, the name of Joyce was known all over the Internet.

Because of the fever, however, Joyce did not pay too much attention to the news.

She had tried to keep a low profile most of the days, and when she saw her news, she skipped over it,

and

eventually simply blocked the topic.

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than

she thought.

In addition to the fever, she also had a cough. Especially at night, she couldn't sleep well all night long.

It'd been a long time since the last time she could have a clear mind.

Jamie came in every day to give her an anti-inflammatory shot.

It was not until the fifth day that her fever was completely gone and her cough was much better.

Although she looked a little pale, she got a lot better.

The other side.

Jacqueline had been waiting for days before she could sit down and talk about Charlotte's pregnancy

since

she found out about it, but Luther never listened. She was anxious, fearing it might have taken too long

and that

upsetting Luther might backfire.

Finally, Jacqueline and Shelly couldn't sit still.

The intention was to strike directly head-on.

It was Saturday, and the two of them got up early in the morning to freshen up.

Then they drove to the old house, ready for all to sit down and show their cards.

In the living room, the atmosphere became eerie and serious because of their arrival.

It was a bit muggy today, with not a hint of wind.

The living room was so quiet that even the sound of the pendulum swinging from side to side was

clearly

audible.

Such a family meeting had not been held for many years.

Stephanie walked out on crutches, assisted by Joyce.

Luther straightened his collar with one hand and came down the stairs, looking unsure of what to think.

During this time, except for that night when Luther took care of Joyce, the two hardly talked to each

other.

Luther was busy with work and Joyce spent all day with his grandmother. Nothing really happened

between them.

Joyce could sense that since they knew about Charlotte's pregnancy, Luther had deliberately avoided

her, not wanting to have too much to do with her.

This was right. Both of them should have returned to their original position.

Luther and Charlotte had a child now. They must have a feeling for each other. And there was a

marriage contract between them. They were just made for each other. Nothing could be better for them

really.

Stephanie pulled Joyce to a seat on the main sofa, her hair meticulously combed despite her graying.

Wearing a red velvet tunic, the majestic dominance of her youth had not been lost.

She tossed her cane on the coffee table.

The "bang" scared Jacqueline and Shelly from speaking up.

"Hm, nothing good can come from you.’ A sharp and chilling light could be seen across Stephanie's

eyes.