You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

"What's wrong with you? You always like to come to my houses in the middle of the night!" Joyce wretchedly got up from the ground, rubbed her knees, and said annoyedly, "What brought you here today then?" "Again? I've been here in the middle of the night before?" Luther asked, completely ignoring her anger and raising an eyebrow.

"..." Joyce was speechless. She didn't want to bring up the past again, and he couldn't remember anyway.

Somehow, she suddenly thought about the day of Luther's car accident. After work, in the her office, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply, like a goodbye kiss.

And indeed, that night he had a car accident and lost his memory. Although his life was not in danger, everything was not the same as before. The memories between him and her, of life and death, were all reduced to nothing.

When she thought about that lingering and passionate kiss, her cheeks burned slightly and her eyes were misty.

"Did 1?" Luther's question interrupted her thoughts.

She was snapped awake, and luckily, he didn't notice her loss of composure. She avoided the question, “What the hell do you want when you come in the middle of the night?"

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her room, took off his watch and put it on the bed. He took off his coat, unbuckled his belt, removed his pants, lay down directly onto her bed, covered himself with the covers and went to sleep. He was

autonomy at all and certainly could not evict him. It seemed that she had to find another