You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Mathew shrugged helplessly, “I wanted to tell you and I called you one morning and our Mrs. Warner answered and said you were in the shower. Then you never return my call, so I assumed you didn't need to know."

“You are..." Luther swung his fist, really wanting to punch him in the face.

Joyce vaguely recalled that she seemed to have received a phone call from Mathew when she had pneumonia.

"Besides, you can't ask your wife yourself?" Mathew bumped Luther with his arm, with a wicked smile, "You sleep in the same bed, what else can't you ask each other?"

Luther gasped and turned to glare at Joyce, questioning, "How come you never mentioned that.”

Joyce laughed lightly, her smile bright and beautiful, "Come on, you didn't ask either, huh? What? Did you ever suspect me of being a killer?"

"You!" Luther was defeated by the retort, yes he damn well did suspect her of being an assassin, "So all the six years you had your history erased and went to some shooting training?"

“You could say that. What else could it be? Could I go to some killer training camp?” Joyce graciously admitted everything since she thought there was no need to hide it.

"..." Luther felt helpless when he heard her retorts.

in the middle of the World Shooting Championships?" Mathew went back to the original question, a doubt

the deepest and most painful

it suddenly, she just found that it

again, and surprisingly, the blood was still flowing inside, not

final was also the day Justin broke both

on what she

chest and pressed

had lost her manners, she hurriedly turned her face to the side to calm her jumbled

to talk about. He nudged Mathew, and gave

felt like everything was converging into

was exactly two years

grade to get into

ago

the same, everything happened two years ago. These things must have

family was the biggest sponsor behind the World Shooting Championships