You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce?

Luther had a momentary lapse of concentration when he saw Joyce. His memory of Joyce was still all about his fake marriage to her, Justin's disappearance from St. Maria Hospital, and Joyce's drunken slap in his face when she returned to the Warner residence.

What happened after that, he could not remember at all.

Just now he cursorily looked through the news. The more he looked, the more shocked he was.

Joyce was awarded the "Khebury Shining Star” for her bravery in saving a life; his grandmother died unexpectedly, the truth unknown, and before she died, she rewrote her will and said that half of her shares should be inherited by Joyce; Joyce was imprisoned on suspicion of murder, but was later released after proving her innocence; Joyce was kidnapped and perhaps killed; Joyce's pregnancy was revealed in public at a party to celebrate her becoming a director, and the father of the child was the Henderson family's son Justin ...

All these were all beyond his imagination.

And before his eyes, Joyce came to his VIP ward with a bouquet of flowers in her hands.

before, her obsidian eyes now had more depth, the youthfulness of

became her new landlord, but Charlotte was the one who answered the phone. After she hung up, she threw away all the things she had bought for him and locked

come to Eden Apartment

if she was inexplicably disappointed or just grateful, and felt strange inside

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less guilty, besides being

wondered if Luther was distracted by her emotionally when

he was transferred back to St. Maria Hospital by Casey, but he hadn't woken up and was still in

to pay him a visit; a brief one would do, she thought. She figured that he wouldn't be lacking for anything, so she bought a bouquet of gladiolus and calla lily at

expected that her cell phone would ring abruptly just as she approached the door of the

did not answer, but pushed the door