Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

Back at the vacation villa, Luther held onto Joyce, never letting go.

“Put me down, you’ve been busy enough. Don’t keep holding me. Aren’t your arms tired?” Joyce wrapped her arms around his neck, unable to stifle a yawn.

Luther carried her into the bathroom, where the hot spring water was overflowing, constantly emitting steam. There were natural hot springs on the South Island, and each room had access to them.

“You’re so light, how could carrying you be tiring? Take a bath and relax.” He set her down and helped her undress.

“Are all the guests gone?” Joyce asked.

“Yes. Aaron just reported to me via Bluetooth, all the guests have left, he’s confirmed it. Now only our own people are left on the island, along with some resort staff.” Luther unzipped her dress from behind. “We’ll leave in the morning.”

“I’ll do it myself.” Joyce instinctively covered herself.

Luther chuckled, whispering wickedly in her ear, “We’ve been intimate countless times, aren’t you embarrassed? There’s nowhere on your body I haven’t seen. Nowhere I haven’t kissed.”

Joyce turned and playfully hit him, blushing, “Shut up.”

Luther nipped her earlobe, no longer teasing her. He loved this about her, no matter how much time passed, she was always like a teenager.

He then undressed himself, lifted her up, and stepped into the hot spring. “Don’t be shy, I’ll wash with you.”

Joyce gasped softly, “It’s not dark yet, can’t you be more discreet? What do you want to do?”

“What’s there to be discreet about? No one will come.” Luther submerged her in the water.

As the warm water enveloped their bodies, instantly dispelling fatigue, they both felt relaxed.

“It’s rare for us to be alone together.” He kissed her lips, finding her exceptionally beautiful today. Whether in a wedding dress or later in a formal gown, she was breathtaking. He was tempted to have her beneath him at any moment.

Joyce, overcome by his kiss, couldn’t speak, holding onto his neck.

Luther whispered in her ear, “I wasn’t satisfied earlier, can I now? I can’t wait until tonight.”

Before she could respond, Joyce frowned and grumbled hoarsely, “You’ve already done it, and you’re asking me for permission? Doesn’t that seem fake? Ah…”

Unable to continue speaking, her senses drowned in his tenderness.

Despite their fatigue, soaking in the hot spring and relaxing, they both felt at peace.

Luther cradled the back of her head, deepening the kiss. The feeling was too wonderful, he couldn’t wait any longer, tonight he would indulge fully, rewarding himself for the stressful and tense times.

Just as the passion in the bathroom continued to escalate, a knock suddenly sounded at the door.

Joyce immediately snapped out of the moment, feeling her scalp tingle with fear.

She pushed Luther forcefully, trying to get him to step back.

But Luther refused to give in, how could he leave at a time like this? Wasn’t that asking for trouble?

In a hoarse voice, he growled, “Who’s out there?”

“Daddy, have you seen Mommy?” The voice outside belonged to Anderson.

Shocked, Joyce realized it was Anderson, who was supposed to leave the island with Kane shortly. She never expected him to come looking for them.

“Daddy, can I come in?” Anderson asked from the door, his hand already on the doorknob.This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Don’t come in!” Joyce raised her voice. “Anderson, wait outside for a while. I’ll be out soon.”

Joyce had no choice but to say this. If Anderson barged in and saw her and Luther in their current state, it would be inappropriate for a child.

Outside, Anderson was dumbfounded, no wonder he couldn’t find Mommy anywhere. She and Daddy were in the bathroom… they couldn’t wait a moment longer…

Though young, Anderson knew what they were doing inside, it wasn’t the first time he’d caught them.

Luther cleared his throat, “Anderson, is there something urgent?”

“No, no, you continue. Don’t mind me, I’m going to find Uncle Kane, we’re dismantling the surveillance systems. I just came to tell Mommy. Bye, you two enjoy yourselves, I won’t come back.” And with that, Anderson ran off.

The room fell silent outside.

“Enjoy yourselves a bit longer…”

What Anderson said…

Joyce hammered Luther with frustration. He hadn’t left her even now.

“You said no one would come! Yet Anderson saw us! It’s not good for children. Can’t you control yourself and wait until night?” Joyce was extremely displeased, her cheeks turning red with anger.

Deliberately, Luther moved, provoking Joyce to cry out softly.

“Sorry, let this be an exception.” Luther grinned mischievously and sealed her lips, silencing all her complaints and gasps.

He didn’t care anymore.

His veins felt like they were about to burst, and if they weren’t relieved, he might explode.

He pressed Joyce against the edge of the bathtub, lifting her up and making her sit on the edge, leaning against the smooth tiled wall.

Fearful of slipping, she clung tightly to his neck, unable to let go.

The tighter she held on, the closer she felt to him.

Feeling tortured by his touch, her mind ceased to function, unable to think of anything.

Just as they were lost in a whirlwind of emotions, on the brink of collapse…

Luther’s phone, lying outside, suddenly rang, the sound echoing throughout the room.

Luther cursed softly, damn, interrupted again, he was on the verge of losing control.

“Ignoring it,” he breathed heavily in her ear. “Don’t worry, let’s continue.”

Joyce nodded recklessly, her nails digging into his back from the intensity. She knew she had probably left deep marks. She couldn’t care less about anything at that moment, all she wanted was to lose herself in the moment.

The phone outside finally stopped ringing.

Continuing in the bathroom.

But not two minutes had passed when the phone started ringing again.

And then it stopped.

A few minutes later, it started ringing again.

Luther was infuriated, why hadn’t he thought to silence the phone? Now that the arrow was on the bowstring, it had to be shot.

Sensing the seriousness of the situation, Joyce gasped, “No, what if it’s something urgent? You better hurry.”

Luther cursed softly as he fiercely kissed her.

Speeding up, they both hastily finished.

Damn, they still didn’t feel completely satisfied.

Exiting the bathroom, Luther draped a robe over himself, opened the bathroom door, and walked out.

Picking up the incessantly ringing phone, he felt like smashing it.

But as he saw the caller ID, he frowned.