SWNOVELS Chapter 41
After the party, Joyce sent off her elders downstairs on Garden Street and parted with her new colleagues before everyone went home.
New beginnings, new colleagues, everything was great.
The night breeze was slightly cold, brushing her cheeks and ruffling her ink-color hair.
She reached up and smoothed her hair behind her ear.
When she looked up, Joyce glimpsed a white figure on the corner not far away, standing out in the darkness of the night. She narrowed her eyes. Wasn't that Charlotte? Then a black military vehicle pulled up in front of Charlotte and picked her up.
Joyce looked down at her watch. Charlotte and Shelly had left first during the dinner. It was almost two hours ago. How came Charlotte was still on Garden Street?
She looked around and didn't see anyone suspicious.
Maybe she was overthinking it.
Joyce went straight to the direction of the subway. It was not too late, and she could catch the last train.
When she walked to the roadside and passed a black parked car, a sharp horn startled her.
The windows automatically fell down.
Joyce looked in and there was Luther.
Under the dark night, his perfect side face was like a sculptor. He turned his head and looked at her.
"Can you drive?" Luther asked.
Joyce nodded, "Yes."
She noticed that he was actually sitting in the passenger seat. How strange that he showed up on Garden Street so late, like he was waiting for someone. Could it be that he was waiting for her on the road she had to take? He was afraid that there would be no car to go back home?
It was possible. She laughed. Maybe she was overthinking it.
"Get in the car. You drive." Luther propped one hand on his forehead. His tone was clear and cold.
Joyce couldn't refuse, so she opened the main driver's door. As soon as she opened the door, she smelled alcohol, very fragrant and mellow.
"Did you drink?" She glanced at him, "Why don't you let Aaron drive you back?"
Luther's eyes flickered, "He's got something else to do."
After saying that, he stopped talking, as if he was tired, and closed his eyes to have a rest.
Joyce didn't ask much and sat in sideways.
It was her first time to drive such a fancy car. Although she had gotten a driver's license and usually drived her tutor's car, she really had not touched this kind of electronic and intelligent car before. Looking around, she couldn't start the car.
"Luther, where is the car key?" She asked.
Luther was so drunk and uncomfortable. He didn't want to open his eyes, but only whispered, "It's in my pocket."
Joyce held out her hand, "Can I have it?"
Luther still did not open his eyes. The after-effects of imported wine was very strong so he did not want to move "come and get it yourself."
Joyce rolled her eyes. Was she serving a young master?
She unbuckled her seatbelt, leaned over to him and reached into his left pocket of the suit first. There was nothing nor on the other side. Then she went through his shirt pockets again, still nothing. She simply suspected he was playing a trick on her and said without impatience, "Can't find it."
Seeing that he didn't respond, she gave him a gentle nudge, "Don't sleep, give me the car key first."
Did he really want her to drive?And she couldn't leave him on the roadside and let him sleep in the car for the night.
Luther finally opened his eyes. Seeing her bright, crystal-clear eyes, he could tell that she was anger.
"Pants pocket."
After saying that, he closed his eyes again.
Joyce held her breath and reached for his pants pocket again.
His pockets were a bit deep, and through a thin layer of fabric, she could feel the heat of his skin, and the powerful muscles of his legs. Leaning too close, the smell of alcohol mixed with strong male hormones filled in her nostrils.