NovelOnlineLuther gradually woke up, this sleep was really comfortable.
After staying up almost all night yesterday and making a trip to the Heath family in the morning, he was now very tired.
Only, in the past, he could never sleep in a car, not even for a minute. He raised his wrist to look at his watch, and to his surprise,
he slept for two hours, and it was a deep sleep with very high quality. Now he felt refreshed all over and bursting with energy.
He could have gone back to sleep if he hadn't faintly heard Joyce on the phone.
"Who just called?" He sat up and snapped out of it, "What tomorrow?"
When he was sleeping, he heard Joyce mention something about tomorrow.
"Oh, it's your phone. It's Charlotte calling." Joyce handed the phone back to him with a calm look, "You were asleep, so | answered
the call for you. She said she wanted you to go to the military hospital tomorrow. | agreed and said that | would pass the word."
She found herself quite good at lying. She wasn’t even flushing.
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She didn't think that she would have such a talent.
"What? Who told you to agree?" Luther instantly looked displeased, "I'm not a doctor, what can | do at the hospital?"
Joyce gave him a sidelong glance. His face was dark and gloomy. It could not be that he was upset just because he just woke up
and was disturbed by the call, right?
What a difficult master to serve.
Luther retrieved his phone and put it in his suit pocket. He straightened his collar and his tie and smoothed his hair. He was quite
surprised that he should have slept on Joyce's lap the whole way.
The most important thing was that he had been extremely strict and picky about his sleeping environment, and he fell asleep on
her body. In the past, no matter how sleepy or tired he was, he could never sleep in a car. In the sway, he tossed and turned in
his own hand couldn't sleep, but he could sleep soundly when he went to Eden Apartment.
It's so weird.
At this moment, he even suspected that perhaps it was not the location that allowed him to sleep so deeply. Rather, it was the
person. Was it because Joyce was beside him that he was able to sleep so well?
Was it possible? It sounded ridiculous.
But his body was honest and it seemed like it was really the case. It was incredible.
Just as he thought about the whole thing, at this time, the bus slowly stopped.
The driver turned his head around, stood up, bowed ninety degrees to Luther, and said respectfully, "President, we are now at the
seaside town. Please get off at the front door."
"Hmm." Luther responded.
The driver then said to everyone, "We have arrived, wait a minute, I'll open the door and everyone can go off from the back door."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJoyce listened to him and could not help but roll her eyes. This driver was really quite snobbish. Everyone should get from the back
door, while the boss alone could have the front door.
After sitting all the way, she wanted to get up and move.
But, to her surprise...
She just exerted herself, she couldn't help but cry out in pain, "Oops ... my leg ..."
Luther had already stood up and heard her whimper, and asked with a sideways glance, "What's wrong?"
Joyce looked at him with angry round eyes and questioned with a cold face, "How dare you ask? You slept for two whole hours, all
on my leg. Now my legs are all numb, | can't feel anything, and | can't stand up at all!"
She complained as she began rubbing her numb legs.
It hurt, and it's numb. There seemed to be a burst of electricity passing through her body, and she felt like a million needles were
stabbing at her back, and she could barely move. She gently wrenched her legs apart, and just moved half a point, and then the
pain was so bad that she gritted her teeth.
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