Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 222

Luther's lips finally left her back and he found her red face buried in the sheets quite amusing.

It must be Aaron, who had gone to buy medicine for them.

He stood up and walked downstairs to open the door.

It was really Aaron, who brought back the alcohol, gauze, and wound medicine.

Luther did not usually come to live here, and even today they only tidied the room up in a hurry, so

there was no medication at home.

"You rest in the guest room," Luther instructed Aaron.

There were many things that they would need Aaron to do these days, and it would be much easier for

Aaron to stay in the guest room.

"Yes, President," Aaron returned, then heading for the guest room on the first floor.

Luther then went upstairs with a packet of medication and returned to the second-floor room to apply it

to Joyce.

Joyce was still in bed and could not move.

Luther dropped a bag of stuff on the bedside table. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Joyce caught a glimpse of it and said in shock, "My cell phone and pistol, did you get them both back?"

"Hmm. Aaron has been to the police station today, showed them your gun permit, and this is what Karl

handed back to him." Luther opened the bag and took out all the various drops, swabs, and wound

medications, and laid them out on the nightstand.

Joyce reached out to try to touch her pistol.

"Great, I thought I wouldn't get it back." She loved the pistol so much, the limited collector's edition. It

was like having the dream she once had, loving it.

Coldly, her outstretched hand was slapped away by Luther.

"Just don’t move and I will put the medicine on you." He sneered.

"Oh." Joyce retracted her hand. It was strange. The case was still open and Karl had returned her

personal belongings to her. It was not just the phone but also the pistol. Wouldn't they need to be used

as evidence?

It was as if, Karl knew in advance that she would soon be released on bail.

At this point, Luther focused all his attention on dealing with her wound. It was a hideous whip wound

that looked just like a centipede, and it was hard to imagine how painful it would be to bear such a

whip. He took out a medical swab, dabbed it with iodine, and held it to her wound, warning, "It's going

to hurt, bear with it."

The words fell.

Joyce then felt a heartbreaking pain, so she could not help but tremble all over.

Tears seemed to be welling up in her eyes, but she still held them back and did not cry out.

Luther frowned deeply. He could imagine the pain so he had been extremely gentle. The remnants of

the fabric and the clotted blood clots stick together. He tried to wipe the blood stains away and peel the

clothes off little by little. He was slow, afraid of causing more pain or cracking the wounds.

The room suddenly became extraordinarily quiet.

Joyce gritted her teeth to endure the pain, and beads of sweat could be seen on her forehead. Even

her hair was wet like she just finished a shower.

In the meanwhile, there was also a thin layer of sweat on his forehead because he was careful.

Time passed little by little.

It took a long time for Luther to remove a piece of fabric. By the time it was all removed, more than two

hours had passed before they knew it.

Luther breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the newly scabbed wound did not crack again.

He used iodine volts to disinfect her repeatedly at the wound, and afterward used a special wound

medicine on her back.