Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 2069

Chapter 2069: Trying to Reconcile

Secret contact point. Joyce leaned against Luther's shoulder, her breathing steadied a bit.

"How are you holding up? You can rest for a while, I'll hold you," Luther asked softly. Darrin handed over a towel. Luther carefully wiped her sweat away.

"Are you hungry? I can get you something to eat."

Joyce shook her head. "I'm not hungry. I might not be able to hold on; I may have to go back." Her voice was faint.

Luther's arms tightened around her. He couldn't just watch her walk back into danger. "I want to go with you and talk to him."

"Talk about what?" Joyce was puzzled.

"I want to see if we can reconcile," Luther's eyes flashed with determination.

"Reconcile? How is that possible?" Joyce frowned. Clint was a stubborn person who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. The word "reconciliation" probably didn't exist in Clint's dictionary.

Luther held her close and kissed her cheek. "Over the years, thinking back on our journey, it hasn't been easy. Ricky, Charlotte, Yu Chengxian, Athena-they were all tough to deal with, each time costing us more and more. And they were nothing compared to Clint. His identity, status, nationality-all very special. His abilities and methods are extraordinary. Are we really going to start a war between two countries after an internal conflict? We'd never have peace again."

Darrin remained silent. Peace had only lasted a little over a hundred years. No one wanted war-families torn apart, lives lost.

"I can't contact the outside world right now, but when I get the chance, I must telegraph the Marshal and his wife about Clint holding the Young Marshal hostage. If Clint doesn't release him soon, the Marshal will inevitably lead an army to the border," Darrin said solemnly. "Clint must have considered the consequences from the start."

"Negotiation is indeed a way out," Darrin thought for a moment and agreed with Luther's idea. "And it's the quickest way."

After experiencing so much, he didn't want the Young Marshal and Mr. Warner to go through more turmoil; no one could endure it.

"Mr. Warner, do you have any ideas?" Darrin asked.

Luther shook his head. "This is no small matter; I need to think it through."

"But what leverage do we have to negotiate with him?" Joyce's face was pale; her life was in Clint's hands. What leverage did they have? Clint feared nothing.

"And... he's forcing me to go back..." Joyce's stomach began to spasm again. "I might not last long; I have to go back once more. You can't come with me; he doesn't know you've entered Rohomes yet-you can't expose yourself easily."

"But... how can I let you face this alone?" Luther held Joyce tightly, unwilling to let go. He knew she was in pain and couldn't bear it either way.

"Mr. Warner shouldn't go; I can," Darrin suggested. "I can go with the Young Marshal. She has a legitimate reason for coming out-to meet me. My secret mission in Rohomes is over; my only task now is to ensure her safety."

Joyce thought for a moment, "That works; having a trusted aide with me won't give Clint any reason to object."

Luther clenched his fists, released them, then clenched them again, struggling with letting go. After so much effort crossing mountains and rivers to find her and holding her in his arms, he had to watch her return to another man's side? But if he didn't let her go, she would continue suffering-how could he bear that?

Thinking of this made him want to tear Clint apart, but he couldn't.

He needed a thorough plan to reconcile quickly and bring Joyce home; otherwise, if war broke out, years of uncertainty lay ahead-the worst outcome.

Finally, he nodded gently, "Alright. Be careful and act accordingly."

He hugged Joyce tighter, "Let me hold you a little longer."

Joyce nodded and hugged Luther back.

At that moment, silence filled the air.

Darrin turned away, leaving them their brief moment of peace.

Joyce had an idea forming in her mind-dangerous but worth trying.

Perhaps she could steal Dawnblade.