You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Justin saw Joyce finish her meeting with her father and walk out of the box.

He stood quietly at the end of the hallway waiting for her.

Joyce walked up to Justin and smiled lightly, “It was a good talk, it's over."

Justin reached out to put his arm around Joyce's thin shoulder, but she avoided it without a trace and pressed the elevator button instead.

"My father didn't give you a hard time, did he?" He asked gently, his gaze always resting on her, unable to move away.

“No, uncle has changed a lot. He's completely different from the impression he left me before." Joyce returned sincerely. It was indeed to her surprise, and she thought she would be humiliated tonight.

not had dinner yet, I'll take you downstairs for a bit, I've already had it prepared.” Justin raised his wrist and looked at his watch. Joyce had been in there for just about half an hour, so apparently her father

tired and

went well and there was no discomfort. However, knowing these things made her mood heavy all the time. She had no appetite and no desire to eat at all. "How can that be, I see you often work overtime day and night, and you don't even have time for your meals. After a long

really don't want to

walked straight into the elevator, Justin

congee, and when you go back, you can heat it up and eat it yourself when you're hungry. Then, I'll send you back.” Justin said insistently. He knew she was

Joyce didn't insist any

feel sluggish and sick to her stomach today, and didn't want to take the subway or a

gave me two tickets for the next World Shooting Championships for individual competitors. I'm very grateful to him." Joyce thought to herself that Garrett had asked her to keep his illness a secret, so naturally

really surprised me that my father was so thoughtful. Joyce, it seems that my