You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

He reached out and pointed to the table.

Dozens of exquisite dishes were all over the table, and several moody candles had been lit. There were two red wine glasses, in which the crimson liquor was illuminated by the spotlights, emitting a mysterious glow.

Joyce glanced at it and subconsciously refused, “No need, I'll go to my room and order something for myself. Mr. warner can enjoy it yourself." After she said that, she was just about to leave.

Luther stopped her again, "Miss Knowles, you can't go back now. I just called the front desk. Your room has been cleaned up and the bedding has been replaced with new ones. Yet they are still drying your carpet. It should take around two hours. Miss Knowles, you better stay with me for a while."

At that moment, Joyce's stomach began rumbling. Damn, she was indeed too hungry.

She just had a sandwich hastily at noon and had not eaten anything until now. She didn't have the energy to go out and eat now, and it would definitely take a long time if she ordered anything from the hotel. She couldn't even get into her own room now.

It's not a big deal to stay and have a meal with him.

He definitely would not put drugs in the dishes?

Warner." Joyce

while Luther gently

"Please."

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down across from her and looked at her with interest,

and he kept swirling the liquid

fuchsia halos in his hand looked

and paused abruptly when she picked up her

purpose? He used a

The mellow taste

He surveyed her leisurely.

and personally served Joyce some food to her bowl. "Miss Knowles is so skinny.

served to her bowl. These were all her favorite food. Her hand suddenly paused. If she ate them,

it and ate the rest in the bowl

don't eat beef, but thank you