Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

She had never seen Luther smile at her before.

She didn’t expect Luther to come to watch the award ceremony. She thought that the two of them would go directly to the Civil Affairs Bureau later on.

After all, it’s all about divorce.

She vaguely worried that Luther would gradually become uncontrollable and attracted to Joyce.

Just like many others she knew.

Because that’s how Joyce was. Wherever she went, she was like the rising sun, shining brightly and warming all the people around.

It’s like she had a natural magnetic field that attracted people around her to her.

Damn, what exactly did it take so that she could get better than this Joyce.

Charlotte almost had to grit her teeth to get her emotions under control.

After Joyce received her award.

She held a bunch of lily in one hand, a crystal trophy and a handbag in the other, and a prize in her arm, enclosed in a large red envelope, presumably containing a check.

She felt her arms were so sore and tired, and there were too many things in her hands that she wanted to put down.

But the award ceremony was not over, and she could not leave the stage.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Sure enough, she hated attending these events.

Too lengthy.

For the sake of the bonus, she endured it and tried to keep her smile.

Then, The Mayor waved to the crowd underneath and left the podium.

At the end of the ceremony, there was a question-and-answer session with the press.

With the permission of the host, a group of journalists holding long focal length lens cameras swarming to the front row.

They started asking questions in an orderly fashion.

“Excuse me, Ms. Joyce, I heard that you are currently interning at R&S Group, do you plan to stay with R&S Group after your internship?”

“Haven’t thought about it yet, thanks.” Joyce replied politely.

Luther heard it and frowned; his handsome face darkened a few points. Not thinking about it for a while? She had really got something, and she still wanted to find another place? For talent, he would not let go.

“Miss Joyce, it’s been said that there has been an agency that is very optimistic about you and wants to sign you to endorse commercials and appear in films and dramas.” A female reporter asked a question.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to get into the entertainment industry. I’m enjoying my current career in car manufacturing and design.” Joyce smiled and refused back.

“Miss Joyce, I heard that you are the main designer of R&S Group’s latest automotive project, Integrated Casting. May I ask how the project is progressing so far?”

“It went well, thank you. R&S Group will keep you posted about the details.” Joyce answered very decently.

Reporters asked questions one by one, and there were always people who wanted to stir up trouble.

“I heard that you were admitted to Cunard University on a special admissions basis near the end of your sophomore year. What were you doing when you were not in college for the previous two years? And through what channels and connections did you get recruited?”

“This is personal to me, no comment.” Joyce replied, still with a smile.

Luther laughed out loud, his eyes full of appreciation. It seemed Joyce could cope with it more than just well. Before today he was worried that she did not adapt to such scenes.

It seemed that his fears were unnecessary.

“Miss Joyce, may I ask if you have a boyfriend?” A female reporter asked.

When she was asked such a sensitive question, Joyce paused, and although unhappy, she frowned back, “No.”

“Yes, Miss Joyce, you do have no boyfriend because you already have a husband?”

A reporter in a blue shirt threw out a king-sized question.