Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 111

Juanita took Joyce and Luther and went to a tiny restaurant right next to the road.

The decoration in the restaurant was enough to tell them this restaurant was at least two or three

decades old. Without the name of the restaurant hanging above the door, they could by no means

know that this was actually a restaurant.

Juanita pushed open the aluminum sliding door, which was not high enough for Luther's height, so he

had to bend down to enter.

Inside was a whole crowd of people, eating and drinking, noisy, lively, and boisterous.

The owner of the store greeted Juanita warmly, "Girl, you're here again, and you brought your friend."

A burst of greasy aromas wafted over the noisy environment, causing Luther to frown.

The slightly dirty tile floor seemed a little sticky when he stepped on it, and he looked down at the

limited edition custom leather shoes on his feet, which looked out of place.

Juanita also noticed and asked awkwardly, "Boss, do you need a better restaurant than this one? Here,

here, uh, really not very suitable for you."

The owner vacated a table in almost no time. She threw the dishes on that table into the cleaning

bucket, took out a rag with hardly any color, wiped it twice, and greeted, "Come, come, sit here."

Joyce was the first to be seated, and she looked over at Luther with amusement.

The high and mighty president, this arrogant man, had probably never condescended to come to such

a tiny restaurant. The greasy table and stool might also blemish his finely tailored suits.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Luther saw the mockery on her face. Although his heart had wanted to leave and his handsome face

could hardly hide his dislike, he still said, "No need! This is it."

"Oh." Juanita hurriedly took out wet paper towels and wiped the stool beside Joyce carefully, "Please

sit down then, Boss."

Luther took a really close look to make sure it was clean before he sat down, and his body was

tightened up all the time, afraid to get himself dirty.

"Just can’t imagine a man as arrogant as you are should be so afraid to get yourself dirty." Joyce

flattened her lips and muttered.

Luther looked sideways, "What did you say?"

"Oh, nothing, I said I'm hungry! Hurry up and get something to eat." Joyce looked calm and leisurely

picked up the menu and flipped through it.

"We want a large steam pot chicken, a braised matsutake, and a roasted tofu," Juanita almost shouted

at the owner while wiping the table in circles with paper towels. She complained in her heart. For what

her boss just had to come with them to such a place! With such a man around, she did not even dare to

say anything, could not enjoy her meal, and now had to clean up the table like a waitress.

Joyce cleaned all the dishes with boiling water, then handed them to Luther at her side.

Luther saw that Joyce did not clean her own dishes, "You don't use them?"

Joyce propped up her chin with one hand, a smile in the corner of her eyes, "I'm fine. I grew up in an

orphanage, I don’t need all those troubles."

Luther's handsome face darkened. Looking at her playful smile, he gave her a fierce glare.

Juanita hurriedly got in to calm the situation down, "This restaurant has been here for thirty years. And

the owner was from the south. So you will have exactly what you will have in the south! I am sure it will

not let you down."

Luther took Joyce's dishes and helped her to clean them up as well.

Before long, the owner brought up the food himself, "Girl, so your friends are a couple. Handsome and

beautiful, you are really quite a match. You are just made for each other" She smiled and said to Joyce,

"I always know it when I see people, and I won't be mistaken. A very considerate man, not bad."

"Uh, we …" Joyce wanted to say something, but… Forget it, she did not need an explanation.

Joyce opened the lid of the pottery steamer, and immediately the hot steam and the aroma overflowed.

Not bad!