You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Charlotte stood aside and watched them with a smile.

She repeatedly stole a glance at Luther and saw that he seemed to forget everything, and her heart was secretly excited.

"By the way, I made my own steamed dumplings today and brought them with me, they're in the doctor's office, they should still be hot, I'll go get them for you." Charlotte said.

“Yes. Charlotte comes to see you every day and brings her own homemade snacks each time. She is so worried about you.” Shelly said affectionately as she took Charlotte's arm on the side.

“I told her to stay home and take good care of herself when she's pregnant and she should not run around every day. She's carrying the flesh and blood of the Warner family.” Shelly reached out and caressed Charlotte's belly, “Brother, you probably don't remember either. She's pregnant with your baby, a boy."

"Pregnant?" Luther wrinkled his brow, finding it unbelievable. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of s early and in the highest quality.

Was Charlotte pregnant, by chance, that night? Was he and Charlotte already that close? He always felt something strange, and couldn't put his finger on it.

Charlotte blushingly lowered her head and elbowed Shelly, "Luther just woke up, don't talk about that. I'll go get you a snack.”

porridge, you all go back, I want to be alone.” Luther refused. He couldn't take it for a moment, and his body reacted honestly, resisting the intimacy with Charlotte. Nor did he want to eat

time to digest the

the porridge, "Luther, the porridge is still hot and just ready to drink. Here,

drink it myself. You all go back, I want to rest.” Luther coldly gave the

won't disturb your rest." Jacqueline pulled Shelly and Charlotte, "Let's go, Luther just woke up and needs

brother, and I'll see you tomorrow.” Shelly was reluctantly dragged away

gave Luther a gentle, watery smile, and

cross Luther's mind instantly, so fast that he couldn't catch it. Why did it feel familiar, why did it feel uncomfortable,

Why exactly?

the hell did

Shelly and Charlotte

his wrist, got out of bed and went into the bathroom, shaved his scruff, looked at himself in the mirror, reached down and