You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

It was too unbelievable for him to believe. He could never do such a thing. There must be a mistake, or someone had tampered with his cell phone.

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Joyce's heart "stuttered", she always felt that something was wrong with him. The way he looked at her brought her back to the first time she met him.

Previously Aaron was not clear on the phone. He told her Luther had some abnormalities and said nothing more than that.

And she had no idea what's wrong with Luther.

"Are you okay? Is there something wrong with your health?" Joyce thought for a while and decided to say something about his health. After asking, she felt annoyed, since she was going to leave his life completely. Why would she even bother to have that much involvement with this man. She should be just visiting him like any friend and said nothing more.

"Forget it. I can see you are in good shape. Definitely nothing is wrong. Then I will go first." She didn't wait for his answer and added directly. The man in front of her had always been quite moody, and sometimes she could not understand what was on his mind at all.

She whirled around, thinking she better leave while she could.

Luther, however, suddenly spoke

and subconsciously stopped

his legs folded, looking like some proud

Joyce looked back, thinking she

didn't understand what he was doing to bring up the 800,000 thing. It

agreed to marry me under false pretenses, you asked for 500,000, and for Justin's hospitalization, you asked me for another 300,000, am I wrong?" Luther raised his eyebrows, "A mere 800,000, I'm afraid, is not

why now? She bit her lip and snorted, “First of all, I paid the 800,000 back to you long ago. Now that you have mentioned it, it just so happens that I

handbag on the coffee table, retrieved a slightly torn piece of paper from the pile, and threw it in

it with

written on that note

payments