Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 136

"How do you know these details?" Joyce frowned.

Christian ruffled his forehead hair and said with panache, "Naturally I will find a way."

Joyce pursed her lips, "Since you were able to find out so much yourself. I have nothing to reveal. Let

me down just there. Thank you. Take care." Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

"Don't rush, beauty." Christian suddenly reached out and quickly grabbed one of Joyce's hands, "The

Dragon family would not care about the background of a Mrs. Dragon. Do you want to consider me?"

"Let go!"

Joyce was also startled when her hand was suddenly wrapped in his large palm.

Almost instinctively she tried to shake him off.

"Don't move around. I'm driving, it's dangerous. Do you want the car to be wrecked and the two of us to

be a pair of lovebirds from hell?" He laughed wickedly and wildly and just wouldn't let go.

Joyce felt exasperated.

"Nuts!" Joyce glared at him fiercely. But she didn't dare to disobey him too much. The person beside

him looked crazy. She could not see what was in his mind but he just seemed to be able to do

whatever he wanted.

Christian pressed her hand firmly and smiled smugly.

"I'm serious. When you divorce him, consider me."

"Oh, even if the world's men died out, it would not be your turn." Joyce retorted nonchalantly, "Besides,

can't you live without someone next to you? It's nice to be alone and free."

"You're hurting me too much with that comment." Christian flattened his thin lips, his expression

pretending to be aggrieved.

Joyce didn’t buy this and snickered, "You didn't mean it in the first place when you said it."

"Haha, too funny. Luther gave you up to marry Charlotte, that's a real waste."

"Wait, didn't you go to school? The metaphor is not right. It would be a waste when something valuable

falls into the hands of someone who doesn't know what they're doing." Joyce turned sideways to look

at him, "Come on, I'll teach you. I'd like to describe it like this. For example, I'm with you, that's what I

call a waste. This is the exact analogy. Ok?"

"…"

Christian was so disliked by her that he did not know what to say, feeling that he had lost face today.

This woman was really relentless.

"Mister, it's time to let go." Joyce took the opportunity to shake off his hand.

Christian frowned deeply before he could speak.

At that moment, the alarm suddenly sounded in the sports car. It was not sharp, but there was one

beep after another.

Christian looked suspiciously at the dashboard, which surprisingly lit up with a row of yellow signals

that he couldn't read.

"It's a tire pressure alert. Tire pressure is unstable, pull over quickly to the emergency lane." Joyce

glanced at it and said with a serious look. She was a connoisseur when it came to cars.

Christian slammed on the brakes, slowed down, and finally came to a smooth stop in the emergency

lane.

Joyce and Christian both opened the door and came down to check the condition of the car.

And they saw the right rear tire was now almost flat out.

"A flat tire." Joyce shrugged with a look of regret.

"Damn it!" Christian kicked the tires hard. He took a beautiful woman out for a ride and thought it would

be a super luxury run, but now he got a flat tire. Shame on you.

He took out his cell phone and was ready to call his men and have them come to fix it.

Joyce stopped, "You drove the car to such a remote place, and when they arrive to fix it, it will be

midnight already."

She said as she opened the back cover of the car, "There is a spare tire, just change it."

"I don’t know how." Christian stretched his hands in a helpless gesture.

Joyce gave him a blank look, "I don't expect you to. I will."

After saying that, she took out the jack and spare tire from the trunk and put it on the ground.

Just as she was about to change the tire, her cell phone rang.

She looked at the screen and it was Luther looking for her.

She hesitated. Should she take it?