You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Luther left his seat, picked up his suit, and put it on, striding out of the president's exclusive office.

When he got to the door, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't taken his gun permit and went back to get it and put it in his suit pocket. Immediately after, he strode into the public elevator and presses the 12th-floor button.

When he reached the automotive R&D project team on the 12th floor, he was slightly stunned when the elevator doors opened and Charlotte was standing at the elevator door.

Charlotte was thinking about whether she should go to the 88th floor to find Luther.

In the midst of the hesitation, she didn't expect Luther to come down on his own.

Joyce hasn't seen Luther in days since her marriage license with him was revealed.

Today was also her first day back to work in the automotive project team after many days.

There was a lot of talk about her in the group, and because of her status as the general's daughter, people didn't dare to say it to her face. But behind her back, the rumor had long spread, and she was not unaware of it. Her marriage contract, right now, was like a joke.

moment Luther saw Charlotte, they both felt

for him to approach this woman who saved

her and didn't know what

timidly tugged on his arm, "Luther, can I talk to you for a minute?" About the gossip in the group, the pressure Charlotte felt, and the fact that their engagement had become a joke, Luther

tears in her eyes before she

Taking a

you don't think it's right, I can stop coming to the group.” She choked, her crystal teardrops already falling all the way down her thin, fragile

look on her face, Luther's heart felt even worse, and promised, “I will forbid the staff to talk about it privately, so you can

a handkerchief, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect such an accident. Now you can only bear it for a while

wait, Luther, I'm, I'm just worried you'll get further

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lightly. He felt surprised, but he

reached out to gently stroke the side of his handsome

touch of reality. Luther, you are like