You Hit My Heart
Chapter 117

"Auntie, I'm sorry, she won't take any money." Luther smoothly yankedJoyce up from her seat and tugged her to her side, bending andbowing, "Sorry, auntie, I'll come to the Heath family to explain in personsome other time, goodbye for now."

“I ... am not ..." Joyce was completely confused by Luther's suddenbehavior.

After saying that, Luther dragged Joyce stiffly and left the cafe withoutlooking back.

Cecelia looked at the scene in front of her, picked up a glass, andblandly took a few sips of lemon juice.

She looked at the envelope lying quietly on the table.

She sighed and muttered to herself, "Are they really getting marriedunder false pretenses? Charlotte, are you really sure that you andLuther are in love?"

She stood up, grabbed her bag, and left the cafe with a strainedexpression.

Outside the cafe.

Joyce had not been able to do anything at all, and by the time she did,she was already being dragged to the door by Luther.

Joyce struggled as she shouted down, "Luther, what are you doing? Ididn't even say goodbye to auntie, that's so rude."

"And, who said she was paying me? You just can't tell right fromwrong!" She was so angry that her cheeks puffed up in a cute way, "Letgo of me, I have to go back, I'm not done with her yet."

"What else could it be if it wasn't money?" Luther didn't care and keptdragging Joyce to the secluded and unoccupied shade of the alley.

All afternoon, he thought about it or felt bad, sitting on pins and needlesin the office, and finally came to the cafe to replace her and take her away."Wouldn't it be to give you a sum of money to get you to leave me?" Heasked, “I can't think of any reason Cecelia needs to see you other thanto get you to leave me."

"She was trying to get me to leave you." Joyce admitted, "But not withmoney! It was a letter of recommendation for a master's degree atMufron Polytechnic University."

"Heh." Luther let out a sarcastic laugh, looking at Joyce's crystal brightexcited eyes, "Joyce, you don't replace that offer quite tempting, do you?You are really ......" He felt speechless.

"Doctor Smith, you know, the professor who won the Nobel Prize. I'mgoing to leave you sooner or later anyway, so why should I miss such agood opportunity. No, I have to go back." Joyce was so excited that shedidn't notice Luther's gloomy face.

"Joyce, do you think I'm a commodity that can be bought and sold atwill?" He was thinly veiled with anger, flames surging in his dark eyes."The last time Martha was downstairs at the group, she asked you tomake an offer, take her money, and left me. You almost wanted tomake an offer, and you forgot so soon?"

"And I didn't make an offer, did 1?" Joyce raised her voice. This mansure would remember that all his life? How dare he reopened oldscores. How could she be at Martha's mercy, she was just having funwith her at that time.

"Heh, it's not because I'm right next to you?" Luther was extremelyupset, "God knows what you would have done if I hadn't been there?"“Today, if I hadn't arrived in time. Are you ready to accept the Heathfamily's terms again?"

He was almost angry, and she still had a good look on her face.

It made him instantly lose his ability to think. And he was no longer ableto hold himself together, and almost lost control.

Violently, she was cornered by him.

"What for? We can still talk.” Joyce could not push him away no matterhow she tried. It's too much to use his height advantage to suppressher all the time.

Anyway, in his eyes, she was just someone anyone could buy over withmoney.

But what's the problem if it's a good deal?

"You see, it means you have charm. So many people are scrambling tomake an offer, you should be happy." She teased.