You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Her voice instantly became coarse, and the exasperated sound echoed over the entire banquet hall.

Jacqueline's horrified roar sent a shock through Joyce's body.

She looked into Luther's dark eyes, her pupils contracting violently, and her breath began to be shaky.

"Why did you push her down?"

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After such a long silence, he began with a question.

Joyce's heart was crossed with pain and her voice was instantly astringent.

"Even you think that I pushed her down?"

There was a powerful surge in her heart, and her hands and feet were sore and weak. What was she expecting? Was she expecting him to have a little trust in her? Was she expecting him to have a little warmth for her? Was she expecting him not to turn his back on her after they had done the most intimate thing in the world just now?

"Huh." She laughed, lowering her head in sarcasm.

She had thought too highly of herself, like a clown jumping up and down in front of him.

her body. But she didn't realize

dignity and was now trampled

she

shell with nothing but

push her down?" Luther questioned again in a stern

I just forced myself on you? Or, is this your way of stopping

Joyce didn't say anything.

nothing more

had already decided that

so far as to think that she would, indiscriminately, took the life of a fetus just in retaliation. And, he actually thought she did so just to stop

forward and examined her in a condescending manner, “This is a human life. How can you

was silent for a

and what

asked him such a

didn't bother to

moment, she was suddenly

stunned, not expecting her

"What do you mean?"