Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

Looking up, Joyce smiled awkwardly, “I …”

“No …”

She stammered and finally came up with something to say, “Don’t you need to take off your pants to sleep? Isn’t that uncomfortable?” What a shame, it was so close.

Luther glared at her and took a deep breath. Then, he got himself under control, and re-buckled his belt.

“Well, forget it if you don’t need it. Go to bed and have a good night.”

Joyce hurriedly lay down in the corner of the bed, and she curled up to sleep as far away from him as possible.

It was really awkward. Her heart was pounding.

She didn’t fall asleep until the daybreak.

Aaron arrived in the early hours of the morning and had the Maybach with the broken glass towed away for repairs. He also drove a Bentley.

For safety reasons, he stood outside of the inn on night duty.

Until Luther woke up from his nap.

The early morning sunlight shone in, spilling dappled light and shadows in the room.

Joyce slowly opened her eyes. In fact, she did not fall asleep, and just took a nap for a while when it was almost dawn.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

She sat up with a terrible headache.

Aaron knocked on the door and brought a change of clothes. Joyce had met Aaron before, and she reached out to take them with a slight nod.

Each washed up briefly.

The two walked out of the room and Joyce checked out of the room.

Aaron has been waiting outside for a long time.

Luther glanced askance at Joyce, a tired face with dark circles.

He teased, “Didn’t sleep well?”

Joyce looked up and said without a smile, “How can I possibly sleep well with you around?”

How ambiguous the words were, she didn’t even realize it herself.

Luther, “…” really didn’t know if she can tease, or was an afterthought.

Instead, Aaron lowered his head in embarrassment. He’d better not be curious about his boss’s thing.

He handed over a kraft paper bag containing sandwiches, milk coffee, etc., “Luther, you will have a little breakfast first.”

Aaron drove the car, and Luther and Joyce sat in the back.

Joyce took out her sandwich and ate it. The bread was fluffy and the meat was fresh and delicate. She was afraid of that the sandwich Aaron brought was packed from one of the top dim sum restaurants.

Aaron respectfully asked, “Luther, back to the main house first?”

“First to the civil affairs bureau.” Joyce mumbled with her mouth stuffed with breakfast.

Luther looked at her silently. His handsome eyes under his sword brows seemed not angry.

This woman, on the contrary, was impatient and put him in an unpleasant mood.

“No business first?” Joyce was surprised. Did she say something wrong? Wasn’t he the one who said yes yesterday?

“To the civil affairs bureau.” said Luther.

“You’re not eating? It’s delicious.” Joyce handed it to him.

Luther did not pick up, coldly said, “No need.” There was no need to eat with her for he was already full of anger.

Joyce rolled her eyes for his sarcastic tone. Forgot it.

It was far away and the car took a long time to drive.

Joyce fell asleep with a full stomach, and when she woke up, the car was already parked in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

In the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Came Joyce’s surprised voice.

“What?!” Unbelief was written all over her face, “A cooling-off period for divorce?! What is this?”

The staff explained briefly, “Sorry Miss, it’s like this, from January 1 this year, a cooling-off period has been added to the divorce procedure. You need to apply first, and within thirty days from the date we receive the application, either party who does not want to divorce can withdraw the registration application. When the thirty days expire, both parties need to come in person to apply for the divorce certificate. Failure to show up will be considered as withdrawal of the application.”

Joyce was stunned, which meant that it would be thirty days before the divorce was official.

“Well, then, let’s apply first.” She said helplessly.

“Okay, please show your IDs.” The staff said.

Joyce took out her citizenship card.

She saw Luther standing still with his hands in the pockets and a cool look on his face.

She looked at him suspiciously and asked, “Where is your ID card?”

Luther shrugged, “Didn’t bring it.”

“Why didn’t you say so earlier?!” Joyce was not calm. It was obvious that he was the one who wanted a divorce, and they made a trip early in the morning for nothing.

“You didn’t ask.”

Joyce, “…”

Aaron glanced at them, and did not make a sound. The boss’s documents had always been kept by him. Did the boss forget it? Should he remind it? He was struggling whether he should remind his boss or not for a while. Then, he decided to pretend he knew nothing at all.