You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

At this time, Juanita finished copying the materials and came over to her side, "Joyce, I have copied all the files, is there anything else I can help you with?"

"And these please. Please help me join them all together. Get them all done, and I'll be almost done with today’s work." Joyce smiled and nodded toward Juanita.

The conversation between the two could naturally be heard by Luther on the other end of the phone.

“Luther, are you done checking in? I'll hang up if there's nothing else. I want to finish up early, and I have to go back and make dinner for grandma." Joyce harshly pointed out the intention of his call.

He was a little embarrassed when he heard what she said, "I'm having some trouble with things here, so I will stay here for another day and won't be back until the day after tomorrow.”

“Luther, you don't need to report your whereabouts to me. Whether you come back or not has no effect on me. Bye!" After saying that, Joyce did not wait for his reply, and directly cut off the line.

At the other end of the phone, Luther stared at the phone with only "beep-beep-beep” sound. His heart was depressed to the core. Three days had passed, and it seemed that she was still angry after the Shelly incident, where he had indeed misunderstood her.

Heh. He couldn't help but smile. This little wild cat.

he had previously purchased and held it in his hands, playing with it over and over again. He never threw it away and finally put it

and sent a

me to come

and shook his head helplessly. He was now so far away from the country, but he could not wait to go back. He

materials ready, and we must end this silly

return that he didn't want to stay a single

when it was about four, Joyce finally finished the work in hand and she started to pack up her things and

was bored playing

to Juanita, "Thanks for coming to keep me company, we will go different directions. I will take a

packed her bag, "Hmm. No, you'll have to go shopping with me some

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waved at her, and her delicate figure

leave when her cell phone suddenly

ringing, like a death rattle. She thought it was Luther calling again, and thinking that he had been so annoying she couldn't help but complain and impatiently reached for her phone. But right at that moment, her