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.

looked at him with slight

eyes, there was 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 would have been

hand, trembling, pulling her hand to his

were you afraid?" He

getting out of the car, the two assailants were not blindfolded either, and I realized then that they definitely wanted to kill me to silence me. That's why they had no qualms about letting

let Georgia escape. I didn't expect that when I was held hostage by the criminals, it was Georgia who saved me, and

recalled what Georgia said to her before she died, "I don't owe anyone anything in my life. Joyce, I don't owe you anything..." Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in

her words with mixed

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

had never seen Georgia and back then it