You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

“No, I'll just get off here." Joyce got out of the car quickly and closed the door behind her.

The big iron gate was usually closed. Outside the iron gate there was a device that could identify vehicles, and then they just used face recognition or password to enter. Inside the main house there was also an electronic switch that could be used to open the door from inside. But today the iron door was completely open. Weird.

She didn't know what was going on inside the main house and didn't want to risk it having the cab driver tagging along.

She walked in alone and ran down the boulevard, her heart gradually racing.

Running all the way to the door of the main house.

Only to see the house door closed, she gently pressed the door handle, and the door was opened. It was not locked actually.

The living room was appallingly quiet. Even the sound of a pin dropping to the ground could be clearly heard.

The sun was setting, the curtains were half closed, the house was obscurely lit, and the air was filled with an eerie aura everywhere.

She looked around and there was no one there, and no one was in the tea room, and the door to Stephanie's room was tightly closed. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

threw her backpack and jacket on the couch and loaded up lightly. She took one step closer, her heart almost in her

Get closer, and closer.

she stopped at the door of Stephanie's room, turning the doorknob with her left hand and holding the gun

the door of the room and

completely to her surprise. There were no

up on the floor motionless, face

hurriedly put away her gun and ran up to

air was extraordinarily quiet, and

by endless fear. She knelt down,

there were foams on the corners of her mouth. Her eyes were tightly closed, and the veins on her eyelids looked

in fear. She trembled and reached out to try

God, Stephanie was dead.

ran down uncontrollably from her cheeks. Her lips shivered, and she was unable to believe what she saw

was working and she was expecting her to live a long time. Now

Joyce was choking at first, but gradually couldn't stop crying as she went forward and shook Stephanie desperately. It was clear that Stephanie's body was still warm, apparently she had just died. Who could

her pistol again, her sad eyes scanning around, trying