Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 121

Joyce went to R&S Group headquarters after that. She worked late that day and just returned with

Luther.

She was surprised for a moment to see Shelly at the Warner family. Shelly had a rather weird schedule

for her work and she would not come home every day where. She usually came back whenever she

wanted, but she didn't even bother to say hello. She didn’t see her often.

Joyce said hello and headed for Stephanie's room.

Shelly held out an arm to block her way, looking haughty, "Grandma just fell asleep, so don't bother."

Joyce was on her feet, "Oh."

Then, she turned around and prepared to head for the second-floor room.

Shelly was apparently making things difficult for him, yet Joyce did not want that trouble, so she simply

hid away.

At this time, Jacqueline was sitting on the living room sofa and spoke in a cool voice, "Why don't you

even greet me when you see me? Not even the most basic manners?"

With the curtains closed and the living room darkly lit, Joyce really didn't notice that Jacqueline was

here today.

After all, she was an elder, so she turned around and called out respectfully, "Hello, auntie."

Jacqueline's makeup was exquisite, her hair was well-dressed, and she had a superior look. She

squinted at Joyce and sneered, "You don't even think about a cup of tea when someone comes to your

home? Hey, can’t really expect those born in small families to just know the rules."

Joyce smiled and retorted, "First of all, I am not really like I am at home. Secondly, you are not guests

either."

"It is just ridiculous that you are both unwilling to acknowledge my identity and want to accuse me of

not entertaining you as the host of the family."

She showed a touch of disdain. Also from a wealthy family, Cecelia was completely different. She was

elegant and noble, tolerant and gentle.

And they just looked down upon everyone they met.

"How dare you speak to me like that?! Uneducated bitch!" Jacqueline's face turned green with anger. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Joyce did not want to argue with her, went straight to the nearby water fountain, poured a cup of boiling

water, walked up, and put it on the coffee table in front of Jacqueline, "Be careful with the hot water,

drink it later when it's cold. Auntie, there's nothing for me to do, I'll go to my room first."

If you keep tangling with a mad dog, it simply won't work out.

"Wait…" Jacqueline's arrogant face crossed with a hint of dissimulation, and a scheme suddenly came

to her mind.

Coldly, she reached out to pull Joyce.

Joyce was caught off guard.

She was suddenly pulled over, and at the moment she turned back, the boiling water on the coffee

table was knocked over at once, and then all of it poured onto the back of Jacqueline's hand.

"Ah." In the living room, Jacqueline's miserable scream suddenly came out.

Then there was another "ahh", but that was from Shelly this time.

Meanwhile, Luther had just parked his car, heard the shouting, and rushed into the living room just in

time to see Jacqueline in unbearable pain.

Jacqueline's makeup was now distorted and her expression showed her pain, and Shelly's face was all

pale with fear as she held Jacqueline's red-hot hand.

Luther frowned tightly and quickly ordered, "Hurry up and bring cold water over."

Mr. Arnold hurriedly fetched a basin of cold water and brought it over with ice.

Jacqueline put her hand, which was red-hot, inside the cold water basin.

"Mom, how is it, is it serious? What's going on?" Shelly asked anxiously.

Joyce was pushed aside by Shelly. Her face was expressionless, and she had understood everything.

She simply could not imagine that a noblewoman like Jacqueline would use such a trick to deal with

her.

She was really flattered.

After the pain in the back of Jacqueline's hand subsided a little, she feigned anger and suddenly

knocked over the cold water basin with a "bang".

Mr. Arnold took a step back in shock.

The cold water, along with the ice, was overwhelmingly poured over Joyce's body.

Immediately after, Jacqueline landed a slap on Joyce’s cheek.

"Pop", Joyce's head tilted to the side, a few red marks left on her beautiful cheek.

"Bitch, didn't I just ask you to pour a cup of tea? How dare you deliberately scald me with boiling

water." Jacqueline shouted sternly.