You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

But hearing her name and seeing her name were two completely different things. When he saw the hot-stamped name on her business card, it gave him an instant sense of familiarity. The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

"Yes. Mr. Heath, would you like something for an afternoon snack?" "No need. Thank you for taking care of me. You can just do whatever you need to do, no need to stay with me." Rodney said kindly.

"Yes, Mr. Heath." Manager Foster gave a dry laugh.

She agreed, but she dared not leave. She could never make any mistake about Mr. Heath. She hastily ordered the other waiters to bring the exquisite afternoon tea snacks, all healthy and non-sweet pastries. After Rodney sat down for a few moments, thanks to the foundation he build when he was much younger, he felt that his strength was mostly restored. He stood up and said to Manager Foster, "I'm leaving now, thank you for your hospitality.”

Manager Foster hurriedly and solicitously asked, “Let me call a cab for you."

"I'l call it myself."

Rodney refused and then slowly walked out of Riveria Haze by himself. Manager Foster was relieved to see Mr. Heath's old yet strong back finally disappearing behind Riveria Haze's front door. It was a great relief to see him off, and she had been so worried.

and ordered the others, "Just go back to your

hurriedly busied herself with the

hailed a cab and headed

Soon, the cab arrived.

the identification center. It hadn't been long since, and he remembered the

the innermost part of the identification

out to greet him and replied with a smile, "He is off today, Mister, what do you want to

know about that, it's just the same to ask you." Rodney sat down in a chair in the identification center, more or less exhausted from his severe rheumatism. It had been hard for him to walk and he happened to be out

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