You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce spent the night tossing and turning on the couch, struggling to sleep, and staying up until almost dawn before falling asleep.

When she woke up again, she looked up at the clock in the room. It was almost eleven o'clock!

She sat up with a jerk, only to realize she was sleeping in her room on her bed, covered with her own quilt. What the hell? She clearly remembered that she slept on the couch last night, covered with a blanket.

Did Luther carry her to bed? And he helped her with the quilt?

She subconsciously looked at her collar. Fortunately, her clothes were neatly dressed and nothing happened.

She hurriedly got out of bed to wash up; apparently, Luther had left in the morning.

Damn, she was late for work, and he didn't even wake her up when he left, knowing that she had to go to work too. This man really made her speechless.

By the time she arrived at the office at the group's headquarters, it was past lunchtime.

you come to work so late today? I packed your lunch for you and

"Oh, yeah?"

of her bag and opened it, "The phone was

in a poor state of mind and a bit disoriented.

the lounge and hurriedly ate the lunch Juanita had packed for her; she hadn't had time to eat breakfast either, and now she could have the

front of her computer, completely uninterested in

was in a

a message from Justin reminding her

she had promised

hundred- dollar t-shirt, and faded white slacks, she couldn't help but frown. This morning she went out in a hurry and didn't even bother

headquarters, and she would not have the

it didn’t

not that she actually cared about her appearance. She just dresses too casually and looked disrespectful to his family. Garrett was after all Justin's father, who