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.

up, grabbed her bag and went straight out

Today she naturally

be, and didn't want

so dazzlingly and blindingly bright that even the

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

at the foot of

1 pm! He had slept for almost a

slept this long since he could

place? How come he can just sleep

washed up, and Joyce was long gone from the apartment, so she must

was a note on the

handwriting on it, which was

breakfast, fix

furniture was really simple, the mattress was not soft enough, especially the sofa was narrow.