You Hit My Heart
Chapter 27

At that moment, some more curious people gathered around. The morethey gathered, the more people wanted to know their relationship.Joyce said it slowly and clearly, word by word.

“I'm, Luther, Grandma's ......" she deliberately paused again, making acliffhanger, "nurse!"

When Luther saw Joyce surrounded by people, he approached her witha frown and tried to take her away.

He didn't expect to hear Joyce's shocking words when he first cameover.

Grandma's nurse!

"puff* He was holding back to not to laugh but failed. The champagne inhis hand shook, spilling some on the back of his hand.

Grandma's nanny. That was what Joyce thought.

Martha could never have dreamed of such a response.

It was clear that Joyce has lowered herself to a low profile, but she feltlike a defeated peacock.

Did the nanny wear clothes that money can't buy?

She had the feeling that she wanted to fight, but did it in a wrong way.Obviously, she wanted to sarcastically insult the woman in front of her,but couldn't replace a proper way to do so.

There was a kind of low profile that was greater than a high one.Luther has never show the outburst before. Because of her, hischampagne was spilled.

Martha, who was sharp-eyed and trying to deflect the embarrassment,immediately went over to her and said in a delicate voice, "Luther, letme help you." She took out a handkerchief and got close to him.

The strong, pungent smell of perfume was something Luther wouldhave liked to avoid.

Joyce, however, pushed Luther at her convenience.

Coincidentally, the entire glass of champagne in Luther's hand waspoured on Martha's chest.

Spectacular! It was like, from the valley slowly flowing down the stream,all the way to the bottom of the skirt.

"Ah" With a scream, Martha took a step backward and her smile froze.She was embarrassed at the moment, holding her handkerchief.

“You might wipe yourself first.” Joyce suggested it with calm andcollected face.

Martha couldn't say a word. Her expression twisted. She knew it wasJoyce who did this to her, but after all, it was Luther who poured thewine on her. she couldn't even complain but clench her teeth and holdback, "Sorry, excuse me."

Martha turned back and rushed to the dressing room. Damn it. Herimage was all ruined by that woman!

Now, at last, the banquet was quite a little bit.

Joyce smiled at Luther and raised her glass, "You're welcome."Luther was dumbfounded and incredulous that she thought he shouldthank her for helping him get rid of the harassing woman?

He picked up a paper towel and wiped his hands, giving Joyce asidelong glance. She looked refreshed.

This woman was really tactful. How could she use him to kill two birdswith one stone?

He was worried about if she would be besieged by celebrities, but itseemed that he was overthinking.

Joyce was in a much more relaxed mood as she took one galss of thechampagne, ready to take a light sip.

“No drinking!" Luther uttered a warning, reaching out to take away herglass of wine.

Joyce didn't move.

"Don't drink if you can't. And no more drunken behavior like last time."After the speech, he turned around to walk away.

Joyce looked at her empty hand and thought back to the last time shewas drunk. What had she done to make him so afraid of? She had nomemory of it.

Last time she also slapped him in this face. Although he did not scoldedher for it, he bore the grudge for so long. She twitched her mouth indiscontent.

The crowd of spectators who gathered here before, all went awayconsciously.

No one dared to go up to talk to Joyce again. She was not easy to bemessed with, so people didn't want to inquire something from her.

At this time, the hall lights rotated up, colorful, like bright stars.

The host of today's banquet was from the Heath family, the warlord inthe capital of the country. And today's protagonist was the Heathfamily's daughter, who has been separated for nearly 20 years andfinally found.000000