You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

"No need for that, the wound is almost healed." Joyce leaned back, avoiding him, and waved her hand. It was just some scratches, she really didn't need such a fuss.

"I said I'll help you!" Luther took her hand dominantly.

Several scars were shockingly visible across her fair fingers and several wounds in her hands. He skillfully helped her clean the wounds with iodine volts and then put on a thin layer of ointment.

Some wounds were deeper and he put a band-aid on her.

After everything was done, he seemed to be afraid of something, and suddenly nervously held her hand.

at

complex emotions overlapped together, and finally condensed into an

repeatedly rubbed the palm of her hand, trembling, pulling her hand to his thin

time, were you

kill me to silence me. That's why they had no qualms about letting me see what they looked like. I knew I had to save myself, and it's a good thing they didn't search me. Maybe they couldn't imagine that I, a woman, would

expect that when I was held hostage by the criminals, it was Georgia who saved me, and she

my life. Joyce, I don't owe you anything..." Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on

her words with mixed

wicked person would have a trace of goodness in her heart,

to finally escape.” Luther affirmed. Although he had never seen Georgia and back then it was