Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 1937: Entering the Interior to Investigate Clint felt a sharp pain in his chest, almost unable to catch his breath. He endured it and shook his head, "I'm fine, are you okay?" As Joyce stood up, she helped him up as well.

"I'm fine. Thanks to you just now. If | had fallen down, it might have affected my child in the womb. You saved me. Thank you,” she said.

After Clint regained his balance, he rubbed his chest and said, "You saved my life, and you're thanking me for such a trivial matter. | can't bear it. Please don't say that again.”

Joyce chuckled softly, "Okay, | won't say it anymore. Let's go downstairs."

Clint nodded, "I'll walk in front. The floor is slippery, so be careful."

"Okay," Joyce nodded.

When the two arrived downstairs, Jamie had already brought the medicine.

The three of them got into the car together.

Jamie asked, "I'll take Munin back first. Where are you going? | can drop you off."

Joyce glanced at her watch and said, "That's fine. | thought | would have to stay at the hospital for a long time, so | had someone take my car away. | need to go to JK Intelligence now, it's nearby. Can you give me a ride and drop me off along the way?"

"No problem," Jamie replied. At that moment, Clint asked, "What does JK Intelligence mean?"

"Oh," Joyce waved her hand, "It's a small company | established, mainly focused on developing intelligent technology and high- end security systems. Just a small company, nothing worth mentioning.”

"You're too modest. Since you personally established it, how could it be a small company?" Clint knew everything about Joyce's background. He had already investigated it thoroughly. It involved not only intelligent technology and high-end security but also some top-secret military designs related to internal warlords, such as anti-electromagnetic pulse. In this aspect, Joyce was a genius.

He always had a soft spot for geniuses.

"Can | come and have a look with you?" Clint pretended to be curious. "The police said | used to work in the field of technology. But | have no recollection of it at all. | thought maybe seeing something similar could stimulate my memory and help me recover sooner.”

Joyce was about to refuse. After all, he was a stranger they had just met by chance. It didn't seem appropriate for him to visit her company, even if it was just for a tour.

But the way he put it made it difficult for her to refuse.

After all, the sooner he recovered his memory, the sooner he could figure out his identity and find the person behind his injury. It would also bring her some closure.

Joyce hesitated for a moment, her brows furrowing slightly.

"It's alright if it's not convenient. | just mentioned JK Intelligence because | heard you talking about it. I'm sorry for overstepping,” Clint pretended to be apologetic with sincerity in his voice. "After being rescued, I've been staying in the apartment every day, not daring to go anywhere. It's been quite dull. That's why | made an unreasonable request just now. | apologize."Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Joyce couldn't bear it. She thought about how he had just saved her, preventing her from falling. If she refused him, it would seem ungrateful. Moreover, it wasn't an excessive request. She was just being overly cautious, always on guard. What threat could a weak and ill man who had undergone heart surgery and lost his memory pose to her? She was overthinking it.

She hurriedly said, "It's not inconvenient. | was just worried that you collapsed this morning and still insisted on having an examination. Are you sure it's okay for you not to go back and rest now? Can your body handle it?"

Clint cleared his throat, "| feel good now."

Joyce chuckled softly. Men always had their pride.

“Alright, let me show you around.”

Clint's eyes brightened, excitement gleaming in them. "That's great, thank you."

Jamie didn’t say much. He opened a pill bottle and took out a total of five pills, then opened a bottle of mineral water and handed them to Munin. "Take these pills for the daytime. They might help relieve your current chest discomfort."

"Okay, thank you." Clint took the pills that Jamie handed over. He glanced at them and noticed they were exactly the same as the heart medication he had taken before. It was evident that the warlord's hospital had a high standard of medical care, comparable to Rohomes.

To make his act convincing, he had refrained from taking medication for several days. He couldn't afford to delay any longer.

He placed the pills in his mouth and swallowed them with the mineral water. His narrow eyes squinted into a line as he secretly observed Joyce.

This woman, as he spent more time with her, was turning out to be quite different from what he had imagined. Interesting. After a short while, Jamie drove the car to the entrance of JK Intelligence Technology Company. Joyce and Munin got out of the car and walked into her company.

It wasn't far from Luther's headquarters, an address she personally selected. It was also not far from the R&S Group headquarters, about a ten-minute walk.

Mufron's headquarters remained intact and was currently managed by Kane. After recruiting some new staff, who had previously worked at Mufron, they returned to Mufron.

Therefore, most of the staff at JK Intelligence were new faces.

Except for research scientist Jude, who remained. Jude stayed mainly because he was responsible for the warlord-related designs.

As they entered the elevator, Joyce encountered Jude. It was lunchtime, and Jude was apparently planning to go downstairs to eat.

Seeing Joyce, Jude respectfully said, "Miss Joyce, you're here." Joyce nodded gently and greeted him, "Jude, going out for lunch?"

"Yes. | want to have dumplings across the street. You know my stomach isn't great, so | often go out for noodles instead of eating in the staff cafeteria," Jude explained.

Joyce smiled, "I know. If the dumplings are that good, I'll try them sometime."

Jude caught sight of the man accompanying Joyce. He was tall and handsome, with an extraordinary temperament, but unfortunately pale-faced. Curiously, he asked, "Miss Joyce, who is this?”

"Oh, a friend who's curious about my company. I'm showing him around, Joyce pointed iurtinland CO aplaiagd,|An , you both are colleagues, research and technology professionals. You can call him Mr. Mu." Please read the original content at .

Jude was momentarily stunned. Showing around? Colleagues? Research and technology professionals? He tookanot hemanand tk he chant seem liké an ordinary person. Having been a research and technology professional all his life, he knew very well that these academic-minded people lacked any sense of color. But this man, with eyes like an abyss, was difficult to fathom. Please read the original content at .

"Joyce, Mr. Mu, if there's anything | can help with, please let me know," Jude said politely.

Clint spoke up, "You're too kind. You're a senior, and | should learn from you in the futures His votas *' € humble ache discreetly observed Jude. Around fifty years old, Jude appeared seasoned, at ease with Joyce. Clearly, he was an elder in the company. Please read the original content at .

It was highly likely that Jude was the technology professional associated with the warlord.

Clint took a few more glances, silently remembering the face and the name.