You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Charlotte had no time to cover up the sudden change of events, she was in a complete panic and instinctively denied it.

“Luther, what are you talking about? How can it not be your child? Did you hear something? I... I..."

She was incoherent. Originally she crouched on the ground, but now she was so shocked that she scrambled up from the ground in a wretched manner.

She wanted to reach out and grab the hem of his shirt, her watery eyes filled with crystal tears, expecting to win the heart of the man in front of her with such a pitiful gesture.

Luther was the most averse to this.

He shrugged Charlotte off with contempt, not wanting her to touch him even a little bit.

She couldn't figure out how he could suddenly change his face after just answering Mr. Arnold's phone call, it didn't make sense at all. Pushed away by him, she stumbled a few steps and eventually failed to stand, and with her legs weak from the fear, she fell to the ground again.

such a dignified family with a pivotal position in the military and political world. If you are still concerned about your family, stop pretending and admit it quickly." Luther stood tall and stared at her

she heard his words, her body trembled, she struggled to fight back and denied everything, "I really don't know what you're talking about, did you misunderstand me

remembered that twice she had gotten a room with Ricky at the hotel and twice Luther had bumped

suspected her of having an affair with another man? She dropped to her knees, moved her knees forward and tugged at his pant leg with a pleading face, "Luther, listen to me, did you misunderstand me when you met

Often with your lieutenant?"

a reason, “No, Luther, my lieutenant had been there to send my guest off. Luther, you must believe in my innocence. This is really your child, I haven't returned to the Heath family more than three

saved me more than three months ago? Who did you replace? Don't you know that in your own heart?" Luther kicked her away

closer, squatted down and squeezed her wrist with his big palm, "Go, go to St. Maria Hospital, even though it's nighttime. I can get someone on the phone and get you

sharp eyes scraped over her like a sharp blade, wanting to cut her

her brain boomed, and she could

hot sweat alternately flowing