Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

After that slap.

For a long time, Luther and Joyce were in a cold war.

Both calmed down, but also peaceful.

It was on the weekend.

St. Casterman Road, where the best costume jewelry in Khebury was gathered.

In front of a high-end private custom store.

"Why are you here to buy clothes?" Joyce was reluctant.

"There's a banquet tonight and you're going to go dressed like this?" Luther glanced up and down at her, "Dressing like a beggar will lose my face."

She didn't think that she look like a beggar. Obviously she was looking quite good.

"Why should I attend? Our relationship is not supposed to be open to the public either, so in what identity would I go?"

"You think I want to take you there? It was Grandma who insisted."

like Grandma will know if I'm going or not!

you addicted to lying

speechless. Forgot it. It was just a dinner party to go on. It was not a big

Khebury's top

join Joyce inside but

in first and pick what you want. I have

tree, turning his back to answer the phone. His back was erect, high

the glass door. Inside was a duplex layout,

wearing cheap clothes. "Miss, if you are looking for a bathroom, go out and turn left, and then walk for twenty meters." said

her disdain, casually looked the dresses and price

just a simple t-shirt, costing more than 100,000

world of rich people was really

in a hypocritical manner, "Excuse me. Can you help

Joyce waved

she wasn't originally from this world. She stayed here just a few days with

she would have

a coincidence, the guest was none other than Shelly

fitting room, she caught