Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 130

After dropping these words, Luther grabbed Joyce and pushed his way through the crowd, dragging her all the way to the backstage dressing room.

Martha was pushed into the car booth by Luther.

Although a little frightened and unsettled.

But out of her professional instinct, she immediately found her form, and with a few elegant steps, she arrived at the vintage car with a sexy and hot posture.

However, since there was Joyce as a contrast just now, immediately Martha’s red dress and makeup seemed out of place.

Joyce’s dress and makeup were just a perfect match for today’s theme.

However low and sexy Martha's neckline might be, the crowd around her just would not feel interested.

The crowd at the bottom "booed" a lot.

There was even a big uproar.

"Get off the stage, get off the stage!"

"We want the fairy just now!"

"Get off the stage, get off the stage!"

"Where is the fairy just now?"

Martha, embarrassed for a moment, hurriedly changed her signature pose and leaned sideways against the side of the car, revealing her long, slender legs.

As a top-notch supermodel, she had never suffered such disgrace.

She thought she could just do well when she returned to the stage where she belonged. She didn't expect to be splashed with cold water by the public instead.

Actually, her heart was secretly glad that Luther, seeing Joyce instead of herself on the stage, was so angry on the spot that he personally went on stage and drove Joyce down. She felt very happy and relieved just thinking about it.

It seemed that Luther still cared about her.

When she thought of this, a sexy smile appeared on her lips, and her chin was raised up high and proud.

Just from nowhere below the booth, the discussion had secretly gone wild.

"Hey, what a pity that the fairy just now is gone."

"What the heck, Luther did it on purpose."

She had lost, and she felt she had completely lost to Joyce.

Both on and off the stand.

She could not say whether that was desperation or hate in her heart. She just wanted to tear Joyce into pieces.

Luther dragged Joyce all the way to the dressing room.

There was no one in the large dressing room.

"Your own clothes, where are they?" He asked, holding back his anger.

"Ther…" She pointed at the cubicle to the left.

Before the word was out of her mouth, Luther had rudely pushed her into the cubicle.

He closed the door with his hand.

He could not wait to take off Joyce's clothes …