You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Luther returned home and lay in the big wide bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Since the accident, he had only been able to sleep at Eden Apartment. Now that he'd left Eden Apartment, he certainly couldn't just go back again just to sleep there. Damn it, he cursed, the thought of Joyce made his body hot and uncomfortable. He simply got up, turned on his computer and started working.

The work that had piled up during the period of memory loss had been largely dealt with. The Clarenworth real estate contract that was delayed due to the car accident was also signed. In the past two days, several new projects had been signed, and the business was going smoothly.

He concentrated on finishing his work, and before he knew it, it was already dawn outside. He wanted to go back to bed to rest for a while, but he was now so awake and energetic. When he was about to get up, the doorbell suddenly rang.

He looked at his watch, it was only five o'clock, who could it be so early?

He opened the visual doorbell video monitor on his desk suspiciously and frowned when he saw that it was Jacqueline and Shelly. Finally he pressed a button and the automatic door opened remotely.

the door open and rushed

and waved at him, "Luther, come

quickened his pace and walked down the stairs,

his own house and died of blood loss." Jacqueline said with heavy dark circles

come to the group again. Just how could Rodney lose his life in his own

sleep last night?" Shelly noticed that Luther was fully clothed and his watch was not taken off. She

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the hospital. You must not stay up all night on business. Jacqueline chanted

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