NovelOnlineJoyce's beautiful eyes were wide open and she felt speechless.
He, as a man, even leaned his head on her shoulder to sleep. Did he not know how heavy his head was?
Besides, it was an exclusive right of women, right?
With the carriage completely quiet, the others finally dared to start breathing normally.
Only God could know that they were suffocating.
Juanita was the first to turn her head, and she saw that Luther seemed to be asleep. She asked Joyce with her mouth silently, "Is
boss asleep?”
Joyce frowned deeply, her pupils contracted, and she nodded gently.
It had been only a while, and her shoulders were already sore from his weight.
Juanita made a surprised expression and continued, "What now?"
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Joyce subconsciously tried to shrug, but as soon as she moved, Luther's head slid down a bit to her soft, bulging breasts, as if it
was buried in shill.
Hell, she bit her lip, and with one hand, she lifted his head up hard and put it back, hoping he would sleep on his own against the
back of the seat.
However, he was too heavy and he was now sleeping like he was unconscious and there was no means she could move him.
She could only lift him slightly upwards, and Luther ended up still leaning on her shoulder.
A colleague sitting in the row behind Joyce could see from the gap between the seats what happened. The boss seemed to be
asleep, so he secretly stood up, on tiptoe, and looked down curiously from above the seat.
Joyce noticed someone and raised her head to meet the curious eyes of her colleague.
She glared at him.
The colleague gave a dry laugh and his voice was extremely low, "Sorry for the disturbance." He then hurriedly sat back in his seat.
Another colleague bumped his shoulder with his arm and asked in a whisper, "Well?"
"The boss fell asleep in Joyce's arms." The male colleague spat out his tongue, while squeezing his eyes.
In fact, for them, they would certainly stand with Joyce, for they never liked Charlotte at all. If their boss and Joyce could get back
together, they would be certainly happy to see it.
Joyce's shoulder was pressed by Luther, sore and unable to move, and gradually numb. She gritted her teeth and held on. Anyway,
he was still a patient, so for the tbeing, she would try her best not to be too harsh to him.
She took out her phone and actually had a message just now.
She never opened it to look at it because he was around.
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes, and he was sleeping heavily. His long eyelashes were fluttering slightly, like the
wings of a butterfly. Just why would a man have such beautiful eyes, she thought, pouting her mouth
She unlocked her phone. It was a message from Karl.
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"Joyce, Ricky has returned to Khebury."
Joyce's eyes lit up and she hurriedly replied, "How come? | thought he deliberately went to the Capital to hide for a while. After all,
they just metaccidentally."
"The news is correct. | have someone in the traffic police brigade, and he confirmed that he has returned. | have sent someone to
keep an eye on him. He is quite alert and my men dare not get too close. You should keep an eye on Charlotte's movements."
"I heard that Charlotte is in the military hospital." Joyce sent the message, and she had heard of it from Shelly at noon.
"Okay, I'll find out where she is." Karl replied.
"By the way. Do you know Christian?" Joyce edited the message quickly with her left hand.
"The Ballard family has been quite strange recently and has been on the list of the police department."
"It's him."
Joyce paused for a moment and stole another glance at Luther to make sure he was still asleep.
Only then did she continue to edit the message.
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