You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce looked at him. For the first time, there was a despondent and sad expression on his face. It seemed that there must be something between Christian and Luther. Perhaps, a woman?

"Heh. When he got cold-blooded, anyone would just be nothing more than dust in his eyes." Christian glanced meaningfully at Joyce, "Don't get in too deep, and then you might not be able to get yourself back, just like..."

He did not go on, apparently reluctant to think about the past.

Yet just in an instant, he changed a topic, and the previously gloomy face was gone.

"So, how about jumping ship to the Ballard group? Whatever you want, you can have it." He resumed his usual evil and wild demeanor.

“No, thanks." Joyce pointed to the tires, "Although I got you a new tier, after all, they are for temporary use only and the width of the tire is narrow. Let's get back, take me back to R&S Group headquarters, I still have a lot of work to finish."

Christian got into the driver's seat and Joyce got into the passenger seat.

The sports car roared along.

Just before arriving at the R&S Group, Joyce asked Christian to stop at a junction ahead. She was worried that if she stopped directly in front of the group's headquarters, Christian's sleek sports car would attract too much attention and bring her unnecessary trouble.

her seat

“I

need to think about it." She

are desperate, remember to come to me." He squeezed his

a boomerang dart between his two fingers and waved

should tell him about it, I haven't really thought about it.” Joyce

me your phone,"

of her bag and handed it

Luther is crazy looking for you." Christian quickly entered his phone number on Joyce's phone, "I use my WhatsApp with this phone number, add me. If you don't, I

Joyce snatched back her phone as soon as she could, she had muted her phone earlier

her mind swelling when she saw a dozen missed

with annoyance. Christian waved his hand at

bent over and said through clenched teeth to Christian in the car, "Better

whistled and went

the road, her phone in her hand, worrying about