You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The only thing he saw in a woman crying was distraction and annoyance.

He decided to get engaged to Charlotte simply because he wanted to take his responsibility.

However, when he saw Joyce shedding tears silently in front of him, the scene deeply shocked him and deeply touched him.

He was obviously slapped, but he did not get angry at all.

He even wanted to say something to comfort her, but with his pride, he simply could not allow himself to say any words of apology.

His eyebrows furrowed. Without saying a word, he straightened his clothes, buttoned his shirt, fastened his belt and re-tied his tie. Except for some creases in his expensive shirt, it was as if what had just happened had never happened.

He raised his wrist to check his watch. He frowned slightly. It was after 11:30. Damn, the engagement ceremony downstairs must have been postponed, and everyone was waiting for him.

He looked at his phone again. He had turned the silent mode because he had a headache and didn't want to be disturbed.

hundreds of missed calls on his phone, and countless messages, all asking where

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had already put on her

her red, swollen lips trembled slightly. He glanced over, pulled out some napkins, and

back as if he was some beast that would strike her

frowned deeper. The way she avoided him made

cold as he wanted to say sorry to her and realized that he

on the table that need

convinced himself that Joyce was just a gold-digging heartthrob, and that he could no longer be bewitched by her, no matter how heart-wrenching she looked at the moment, and no matter how intense the sensual stimulation she brought him. He simply could not allow himself to be bewitched and influenced by this woman again. Joyce picked up the pen on the table and quickly signed her name. He

signed, he would never have anything to do

by him? The longer she stayed here, the more humiliated she