The more Joyce listened, the more her eyebrows tightened.

She clarified, "Mr. Henderson, you misunderstand me. I can't think that far ahead. I'm not sure about your relationship with Otis and Luther. I simply feel that you are not the same as Otis. Not suitable. That's all." "Huh. You sounded as if you know me well." Justin sneered.

Joyce was stunned.

How could she not know him? She couldn't know him better. She had spent all the years of her youth with him.

She looked at him with glowing eyes, "Did Mr. Henderson ever go through something? From you, I can sense an unusual past. Why do you have to target Mr. Warner?"

Justin snickered, "He killed my wife. Does that count?"

He violently crushed the thin porcelain teacup in his hand, and the tea was spilled all over the table. He was covered with a strong aura of resentment, as if the weight of hostility was about to swallow everything around him.

This was the second time that Joyce had heard Justin mention that. She got up in a hurry and wiped the tea that had turned up in front of him with a tablecloth.

"The deceased has passed away, and if Mrs. Henderson knows what you did now, do you think she would be happy?" Joyce raised her eyes and looked at him earnestly and sincerely.

moment, Justin was in

It was as if Joyce

want to see

could he do? He

opened slightly, closed, and

gave him just

he almost wanted to call out Joyce's

her face, and it was not her voice. It was not her, not the girl he had been longing

pushed her away

so they had such an ambiguous relationship. He would never find a substitute, from the beginning to the end, he only loved Joyce, and

things you shouldn't be in." His clear, moist eyes returned instantly to

was pushed away by him and

her

the past. Please forget about it and

coldly refused, "Don't you tell me what to do

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