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.

She looked at

unease, happiness, eagerness, and even admiration - a variety of complex emotions overlapped together, and finally condensed into an infinite emotion, "Thanks to your wit, otherwise it

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

the time, were you

I realized then that they definitely wanted to 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 have a pistol hidden

didn't expect that when I was held hostage by the criminals, it was Georgia who

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

remembered her words with mixed

thought that such a wicked person would have a trace of goodness in her heart, and at the last moment, she gave herself

held hostage, which made me very passive. Thanks to Georgia's sudden move to disrupt all their steps, we were able to finally escape.” Luther affirmed. Although he had never seen Georgia and