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.

to the original question, a doubt

touched the deepest and most painful wound in

suddenly, she just found that it still hurt so bad, and the pain

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

of the final was also the day Justin broke

think back on what she

and pressed her hands tightly against her chest, gasping for

had lost her manners, she hurriedly turned

to talk about. He nudged Mathew, and gave him a wink, indicating that he should not pursue the question. Luther stood still, his mind

everything was converging into one

Championships was exactly two

Joyce skipped a grade to get into the University of

ago Justin

same, everything happened two years ago.

suddenly asked, "Felix, the Saunders family was the biggest sponsor