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?

thank you then, Mr. Warner."

the table, while Luther gently pulled out a seat

"Please."

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sat down across from her and looked at her with interest, "Of course. Miss Knowles, I'll have some

glass of wine in front of him, and he kept swirling the liquid in it with his

in his hand looked extraordinarily

chopsticks and paused abruptly when she picked up

it on purpose? He used a whole table of her favorite dishes to test her? So he still

wine. The mellow taste lingered between

He surveyed her leisurely.

up and personally served Joyce some food to her bowl.

If she ate them, she feared that he would be suspicious, but if she did not eat them,

skipped the beef in it and ate the rest in the bowl

but thank