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.

grabbed her bag and went straight out for

she naturally had no obligation

it be, and didn't want

was already so dazzlingly and blindingly bright that even the

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

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

pm! He had slept for almost a

hadn't slept this long since he could remember

place? How come he can just

gone from the apartment, so she must

there was a note on the

handwriting on it,

breakfast,

mattress