You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

After saying that, he coldly hung up the phone.

Joyce hurriedly grabbed her phone back and put it in her bag.

Karl hadn't contacted her yet and she must not let Luther find out anything.

"Ding—" At that moment, the doorbell rang.

Joyce was instantly alert. She listened carefully, but heard nothing outside the door. She thought perhaps Aaron had drove the reporters at the door away.

She picked up her bag, walked quickly to the door of her room and carefully opened it to look out.

It was Aaron, carrying the packed breakfast in his hand. When he saw Joyce, he nodded slightly, "Good day, Joyce, the car is already parked downstairs, we can leave anytime."

"No need. I'm not taking his car. I'll go back by myself. Get out of the way."

Joyce gently pushed Aaron away, sidled out of the room, and left without looking back.

Aaron did not know what to do. He looked at Joyce who just left and then looked at his gloomy-faced boss.

his clothes and breakfast. Respectfully, he said, "President, I'll wait for you in the car downstairs. You can leave

turning his expensive perpetual calendar watch on

hurriedly exited

boss and Joyce was bizarre, and he

left

from the seaside town in the morning and it reached the Motor City directly. It was easier to get back to the group from the Motor City, with a direct subway

on the curb for

shuttle bus

was almost empty due to the early hour. She chose the seat in the back

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built along the sea, so she could see the endless blue sea, the clear and transparent cloudless white sky, and the golden haze shone on the burst of waves. Countless white bubbles rose and fell in the morning light,

the way. Thoughts were running through

thought about the outrageous scene

was going

himself into such a

for her, was he trying to defend her from

thinking about it,