NovelEnglishHe thought that Joyce could not have waited for him.
After all, he didn't say he'd be back.
"Hmm. Waiting for you to join us." Joyce took off her gloves and stood aside, her beautiful eyes looking at him meaningfully.
It was true that every man who felt guilty would put extra efforts on his pretense!
The more he tried to cover up his meeting with Karl this afternoon, the sooner he should rush back so as not to arouse her further
suspicion.
As it happened, he rushed back.
"You're done talking to Karl? So soon?" She asked deliberately.
Luther handsface stiffened, "Yeah, nothing important. We talked a bit about the case of Mr. Walsh. As you know, he's in charge
of the case now. He askedagain about the conflict with Mr. Walsh at that time."
"Oh." Joyce looked at him with a smirk, "I didn't ask for such details, and you don't have to explain."
He had almost rushed to explain, so obviously he wanted to cover up.
This man, indeed, got ssecrets in his heart.
He must not have met Karl about sMr. Walsh and he just made it up.
Strangely enough, even Karl joined him in keeping her in the dark. So, she was even more convinced of her suspicions.
Luther, "..."
She shrugged and acted like nothing had ever happened, "Let's have dinner."
Luther bent over, picked Anderson up and carried him to the dining table.
Then, he sat down next to Anderson.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJoyce took out her knife and fork and cut into the Wellington steak. The freshly baked crispy bread wrapped the juicy tender beef,
when her knife went through, it was instantly steaming.
The Wellington steak she made was more authentic than those in a fine restaurant.
It's also one of Anderson's favorite dishes.
That's why she often had refrigerated fermented dough ready for easy access.
She forked over a piece.
Surprisingly, it was not handed to Anderson first, but placed on the plate in front of Luther.
Luther froze. She took the initiative to give him the steak! He felt so flattered. But at the stime, he was rather anxious in his
mind! It was not something Joyce would do at all.
"Oh. Mommy is starting to be nice to you. There's hope for you."
Anderson noticed that instantly and kept tapping his small fork rhythmically on the table.
Joyce gently glared at Anderson, cut a piece and put it on Anderson's plate, "Just eat your steak, you nosy boy."
Anderson lowered his head, gave a soft hum, and ate happily.
Luther's fingers stiffened slightly as he carefully watched her face.
He did not dare to accept her sudden kindness to him. The feeling of weakness made his body sweat slightly, he looked up again,
and she looked just as usual. Finally he sat down with them, and felt a little relieved.
Could it be that she had already found out something?
As Karl said, Joyce wasn't far from knowing the truth.
But was it that fast? Shouldn't it be?
Although the dishes were all delicious, he ate them in a timid and uneasy silence.
He could not taste anything at all.
After dinner, while Joyce was inside the kitchen helping Ivy to clean up her things.
Luther quietly picked up Anderson and carried him inside the room, asking in a whisper, "Anderson, has your mommy done
anything unusual since she got back today? Has she seen anyone, or made any strange phone calls?"
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