You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

She desperately shook her head, and bean-sized teardrops rolled down in bunches. She could not find an excuse, shaking her head constantly, “I do not go, I do not go ..."

"What, are you afraid?" Luther looked disdainful and jerked her loose, casually pulling over a few napkins and wiping the fingers that had just touched her.

Charlotte's fearful and frightened expression was even more equivalent to an admission of the truth. He only hated himself, blinded by her pretended innocence, and only now saw through the truth. Let Joyce suffer so much aggravation, he regretted it all so much.

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And this dirty disgusting woman in front of him only made him want to vomit.

“I've respected the Heath family enough by not exposing you in public. Tomorrow I will personally call Mr. Heath and your mother to explain to them. I will keep it quiet and let the Heath family work it out on their own. It is my bottom line."

He tossed the napkin he had wiped his hands with, throwing it contemptuously at her tear-stained face.

"Don't let me see you again! And don't come back to R&S Group! Dropping his harsh words, he strode out of the box and threw open the door to leave.

"No, no way! No! No!"

would also know about it all. How could she stay in the Heath family then? She would then be a shame of the family and Ralph would

not willing to end it

had just thrown open

want the waiter to see what was going on. She quickly chased him out, and Luther was already walking out

and no moon, the dull blackness of the night

and finally caught up with Luther at

him and begged him

much, I fell in love with you from the first moment I saw

with extreme nausea and coldly reprimanded,

to the ground in tears, helpless, defenseless, hopeless,

can't be finished

she do, who could save

as soon as possible. He wanted to see Joyce, every cell in his