You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

“I ... I'm not familiar with roads here in the Capital.” Joyce found an excuse.

In fact, it had been quite easy to remember the roads in the Capital. They were all straight and wide, forming a tic-tac-toe shape from north to south. Those who say they didn’t know the road must have a problem remembering roads usually.

She knew that what she said just did not make sense.

"How about you drive the car instead?" Joyce glanced at Luther.

From his sharply direct gaze, she knew he was getting suspicious again.

“No, I'll show you the way. You just drive forward. Turn around first at the intersection ahead.” Luther propped one hand on his jaw and looked at her.

"Oh." It turned out that she drove in the opposite direction as soon as she left the center.

It seemed that, indeed, it just would not work no matter what excuse she had made up.

the sports car, sometimes fast and sometimes slow,

a car designer and won some international awards." Luther asked slowly,

her to deny such basic information, since he

He tried. “It's not quite a career change. Car design doesn't mean just exterior design. The internal systems are

Miss Knowles, is it the desire to have a company of your own

I do not have that kind of financial resources to own a car manufacturing plant. Neither do I want to be dependent on others. Therefore, transitioning to an industry that I am good at is the most appropriate

a beautiful turn, the sports car

that Miss Knowles is very independent-minded. You don't want to depend on others. Do you mean you do not want to depend on men? After all, it's hard to start your own business, and you need do all kinds of socializing. For example, Miss Knowles had to deal

asked

actually minded that she didn't stop Mr. Robertson's rude demeanor

woman certainly can't rely on men, but only herself. Instead of getting into a luxury family, why not just

sneered, "Mr. Warner, since you think women should be dependent on men and don't

Luther didn’t know what