Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

Clint sat down in his own office cubicle. It wasn’t long before someone brought him the materials for the smart surveillance project. Clint casually flipped through them – for someone who had always enjoyed research since childhood, these things were child’s play. When he was young, plagued by a weak heart, he often stayed in the palace, and in his free time, he liked to tinker with technology. Over time, he delved deeper into it, eventually becoming an expert in the field.

At that moment, he suddenly thought of his half-brother, Reuben, who was well-versed in medicine. For Clint, this was a sore point as he always felt Reuben’s interest in medicine was a subtle mockery of him. Mocking his frailty from a young age. And now, with the suspension of the heir to the throne selection, Reuben, whom he had never taken seriously before, had become his opponent. It was hard for him to swallow this bitter pill. So he personally came to Khebury, determined to turn the tables.

In the office, Joyce and Jude had a long discussion that lasted until dusk. Jude left Joyce’s office before Clint arrived, politely addressing him as “Mr. Mu.” “Mr. Mu, how about we have dinner together and chat about technical matters? It’s been a while since I found someone I can communicate with.” In truth, he wanted to probe how much technical prowess Munin possessed.

Clint politely declined, “No, I need to take Joyce home. She’s pregnant and it’s time for her to go back. Let’s have lunch together another day.” Jude hesitated for a moment, and then quickly left.

Clint noticed that Jude was holding a black USB drive, presumably containing important information. He glanced at it a few more times, silently making a note in his mind.

Just then, Joyce emerged from the office. Clint walked up to her, saying, “Let’s go, we’re going home.” Joyce, taken aback by his casual tone, felt a bit awkward. It was strange – why did Munin seem so at ease, as if they had known each other for a long time?

“I’ll drive. The keys are with me,” Clint said, shaking the car keys in his hand. “Oh,” Joyce responded.

As they walked through the lobby, Joyce, lost in thought, missed a step. Clint, sharp-eyed, quickly caught her. The intimate gesture caught the attention of others in the company, who couldn’t help but sneak a few more glances. Even though they were puzzled, no one dared to say anything. What was the relationship between this handsome man and Miss Joyce?

Joyce brushed off Munin’s hand steadying her and said, “I’m not going to fall, you’re too cautious. There was no need to help me just now.” Clint smiled and said, “It’s a critical time now – sail cautiously. I didn’t do anything wrong – after all, your child in your belly is the most important, isn’t it?” Joyce was left speechless.

As they got into the car, Joyce, with her large belly, had some difficulty fastening the seatbelt. Clint helped her out. “Thank you,” Joyce said. Clint’s handsome face darkened slightly, “Are you this polite to everyone?”

Joyce replied, “Naturally.” “Including your husband?” Clint suddenly felt uneasy and couldn’t help asking. Joyce hesitated, what did he mean by that? Naturally, one would be polite to an outsider, who would be polite to their own husband. Why did his words sound strange?

Seeing Joyce frown, Clint quickly covered up, “I was joking, don’t take it seriously.” Following the navigation, Clint soon drove the car back home, pulling into the basement.

“The roads in Khebury are easy to recognize, almost all wide and clear, without too many twists and turns. I’ll have them all memorized in just a few days,” Clint remarked. Joyce chuckled, “Men have a good sense of direction.”

Just then, a flash of white light up ahead indicated another vehicle entering the basement – Luther’s latest conceptual car. Joyce was surprised that Luther had returned so early, and she was with Munin at the moment. Clint also noticed and pretended not to, getting out of the car to open the door for Joyce.

As Joyce stepped out of the car, Luther did the same. The three of them met at the same time. “Mr. Warner, you’re back early today,” Clint greeted Luther naturally. Luther frowned but didn’t question why Munin was driving and Joyce was in the car. He walked up and naturally hugged Joyce, planting a kiss on her cheek without any hesitation, letting Munin see. It was as normal as could be between a husband and wife.

“You went out this afternoon? You shouldn’t push yourself too hard, leave the work to others as much as possible,” Luther said, ignoring Munin altogether.

The kiss in front of Munin was a proclamation of authority. Combined with Luther’s indifferent look, Clint’s face changed slightly as he pocketed the car keys.

Waving at Joyce, Clint said, “I’ll head back – call me anytime if you need anything. I’ll go to and from work with you tomorrow.” With that, Clint didn’t even glance at Luther, heading straight to his dormitory.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Luther, pretending not to see, had to look back and cast a glance at Munin’s retreating figure. Once Munin left, Luther walked hand in hand with Joyce back home. Before entering the house, he asked, “You go to and from work with Munin?”

Joyce explained, “He was bored, saying he didn’t want a free ride. He kept asking me to find him a job. So I gave him some unrelated smart surveillance projects in the company to pass the time.”

Luther frowned, “Why didn’t you arrange for him to work at my company? There are plenty of positions in the conglomerate, he could do whatever he wants. Don’t you find it strange that he comes to you for everything but doesn’t come to me?”

Joyce was taken aback, “I didn’t think much about it. Why don’t you talk to him about it? I’ve interacted with him a few times and feel like he has a strong sense of pride. Maybe he can’t bring himself to come to you.”

“Then why is he shameless enough to come to you? Joyce, can you stop being so sympathetic? Just enough, how long are you going to manage him?” Luther’s voice was noticeably displeased. Joyce quickly hugged his arm, “Don’t be angry. I promise this is the last thing. After this, no matter what he asks, I won’t entertain him. Alright? Don’t be upset, the kids are back. When they see you upset later, they’ll think we’re arguing.”

She nestled in his arms, rarely being coquettish. Luther instantly lost his temper, holding her tighter. “Oh, you, what am I going to do with you?”