You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Was it possible? What was it that made him so at ease?

Thinking about it, he had fallen into a deep sleep and soon, let out an even breathing sound.

Joyce saw that he was fast asleep. His sharp eyes were closed, and his handsome face was peaceful. Did he really came here to sleep? She was speechless, and had no choice but to help him close the door to his room.

She herself went to the kitchen to heat up the porridge she packed back and ate it. After she finished eating, she took a shower in the bathroom.

It was already 2:00 am after everything was done.

Resigned to her fate, she went back to her couch, covered herself up with a blanket and went back to sleep.

If she had known, she might as well have stayed in the lounge of her office. She had got no peace since she rented Eden Apartment.

By the time Joyce woke up again, it was the next morning.

The pink sunrise reflected on the sofa, and the soft light was soothing. Joyce stretched her limbs to get up and saw that the door was still closed, and then she saw that Luther's shoes were still in the foyer. She thought to herself, "I can't believe he's still sleeping today.

and went straight out for breakfast downstairs before taking the

he didn't wake her up yesterday. Today she naturally had

let it be, and didn't

up, the sky outside was already so dazzlingly and blindingly bright that even the curtains

first feeling was that he was comfortable and refreshed, as if all the pain and discomfort were far away from him, and he did not know how long he had

picked up his watch, which he kept at the foot of the bed,

instantly shocked that it was already 1 pm! He had slept for almost

slept this long

this place? How come he can just

up and washed up, and Joyce was long gone from the apartment, so she must have left for work

that there was a note on the dining

handwriting on it, which was flamboyant and individualistic,

breakfast, fix it

really simple, the mattress was not soft enough, especially