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.

out

Today she naturally had no obligation

just let it be, and didn't

so dazzlingly and blindingly bright that even the curtains couldn't

he was comfortable and refreshed, as if all the pain and discomfort were far away from him, and he

at the foot of the bed,

shocked that it was already 1 pm! He had slept for almost a full twelve

hadn't slept this long since he

about this place? How come he can just sleep so peacefully

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

noticed that there was a note on the dining

it, which was flamboyant and individualistic, and

breakfast,

laugh, which was really something she would do. He looked around. Although the room was cozy, the furniture was really simple, the mattress was not soft enough, especially the sofa was narrow. He could imagine, since she was pregnant, how uncomfortable she must be in the sofa for