You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Mufron, night.

Luther was meeting with Professor Williams and it was going well. After the meeting, Professor Williams extended a friendly hand to Luther, "Mr. Luther, this is a great conception and design, and your wife is really talented. She solved a lot of practical problems. I am very much looking forward to the next time we meet and I hope she will come with you. I am curious what kind of woman she must be to have such extraordinary wisdom."

"Good. Thank you for your appreciation.” Luther shook his hand.

"You are so fortunate. You have such a beautiful and intelligent wife. I am truly jealous." Wilson smiled, “I will open up the Mufron market for you, your wife has a great future ahead of her, and I will put her on top of the glorious pyramid in the industry. Please rest assured. I look forward to our next meeting."

“Definitely.” Luther was in a happy mood.

had always focused on talent, and there was no way he would let

but feel happy. It was like someone praising his wife, which made him really proud of her. At this moment, he seemed to have completely forgotten that he and Joyce were only nominally

fact that Joyce had been praised by Professor Williams was undoubtedly the highest honor. It was not in vain that he had insisted that the boss come overnight tonight to visit Professor Williams. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to

and can't wait to see your beautiful wife? Well, a brief separation from time to time actually adds more

embarrassment flashed across his handsome face. He did want to go home badly. A few days without seeing Joyce had made him very

Professor, and thank you for meeting

headed straight to a private airport

of his chair, his whole body relaxed and his eyes closed. Tonight he could sleep overnight on the plane, and he would get to the country in the morning, and by the time it's evening in the country, he'll be

The urgent

up the phone almost instantly while pressing the answer button. God knows how long he waited for her call and how anxious he was. "Hey, Joyce, what's wrong with you? I'm telling you, Joyce, you're