Babel Novel
Chapter 117
Chapter 117
"Auntie, I'm sorry, she won't take any money." Luther smoothly yanked Joyce up from her seat and
tugged her to her side, bending and bowing, "Sorry, auntie, I'll come to the Heath family to explain in
person some other time, goodbye for now."
"I … am not …" Joyce was completely confused by Luther's sudden behavior.
After saying that, Luther dragged Joyce stiffly and left the cafe without looking back.
Cecelia looked at the scene in front of her, picked up a glass, and blandly took a few sips of lemon
juice.
She looked at the envelope lying quietly on the table.
She sighed and muttered to herself, "Are they really getting married under false pretenses? Charlotte,
are you really sure that you and Luther are in love?"
She stood up, grabbed her bag, and left the cafe with a strained expression.
Outside the cafe.
Joyce had not been able to do anything at all, and by the time she did, she was already being dragged
to the door by Luther.
Joyce struggled as she shouted down, "Luther, what are you doing? I didn't even say goodbye to
auntie, that's so rude."
"And, who said she was paying me? You just can’t tell right from wrong!" She was so angry that her
cheeks puffed up in a cute way, "Let go of me, I have to go back, I'm not done with her yet."
"What else could it be if it wasn't money?" Luther didn't care and kept dragging Joyce to the secluded
and unoccupied shade of the alley.
All afternoon, he thought about it or felt bad, sitting on pins and needles in the office, and finally came
to the cafe to find her and take her away.
"Wouldn't it be to give you a sum of money to get you to leave me?" He asked, "I can't think of any
reason Cecelia needs to see you other than to get you to leave me."
"She was trying to get me to leave you." Joyce admitted, "But not with money! It was a letter of
recommendation for a master's degree at Mufron Polytechnic University."
"Heh." Luther let out a sarcastic laugh, looking at Joyce's crystal bright excited eyes, "Joyce, you don’t
find that offer quite tempting, do you? You are really ......" He felt speechless.
"Doctor Smith, you know, the professor who won the Nobel Prize. I'm going to leave you sooner or later
anyway, so why should I miss such a good opportunity. No, I have to go back." Joyce was so excited
that she didn't notice Luther's gloomy face. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.
"Joyce, do you think I'm a commodity that can be bought and sold at will?" He was thinly veiled with
anger, flames surging in his dark eyes.
"The last time Martha was downstairs at the group, she asked you to make an offer, take her money,
and left me. You almost wanted to make an offer, and you forgot so soon?"
"And I didn’t make an offer, did I?" Joyce raised her voice. This man sure would remember that all his
life? How dare he reopened old scores. How could she be at Martha's mercy, she was just having fun
with her at that time.
"Heh, it's not because I'm right next to you?" Luther was extremely upset, "God knows what you would
have done if I hadn't been there?"
"Today, if I hadn't arrived in time. Are you ready to accept the Heath family's terms again?"
He was almost angry, and she still had a good look on her face.
It made him instantly lose his ability to think. And he was no longer able to hold himself together, and
almost lost control.
Violently, she was cornered by him.
"What for? We can still talk." Joyce could not push him away no matter how she tried. It's too much to
use his height advantage to suppress her all the time.
Anyway, in his eyes, she was just someone anyone could buy over with money.
But what’s the problem if it’s a good deal?
"You see, it means you have charm. So many people are scrambling to make an offer, you should be
happy." She teased.