You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Karl got up from the bed and scanned through the room. The sterile kits and fever patches were on the bedside table.

It seemed that Juanita had taken care of him all night last night and helped him reduce his fever.

To have access to his apartment, it must have been Franklin who called out to Juanita.

He looked down and saw the gunshot wound in the abdomen. She had treated it so well that he did not have to do anything for the time being. He picked up the used gauze from the floor and threw it into the trash bin.

Then, he removed the blood-stained sheets, put them aside and replaced them with new ones.

Since the wound had not yet recovered, after cleaning his room up, there had been a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

After washing up, he opened the door to his room and went to the living room.

Michal had just returned and placed the breakfast she had bought on the table.

There was milk, various kinds of buns, cakes, sandwiches, and everything.

"Karl, what's wrong with you! There's nothing in the fridge! What do you even eat every day? I can't believe there is not even one egg in the fridge!” "And not even a bottle

at Karl who had just walked out of the room, "Do you really know how old you are? You can't even take care of

time to find myself a daughter-in-law. Look!

is ..." Juanita stepped forward and held up the thermos. Michal grabbed it and opened the lid, “It's a nutritious porridge, and it's still a

come he didn't eat any of it? It smells so good,

it's been too long." Juanita hurriedly took the thermos

at you. What a

gave Karl a hard

didn't answer her. He held on to the back of

when he was standing, hurt the most when he was sitting down or standing up from

it going to be okay?" Michal saw that his face was a

energy to do what he did last night, so she

matter. It's

with an

to take a seat opposite Karl, but Michal beat