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?

then, Mr. Warner." Joyce did not

the table, while Luther gently pulled out

"Please."

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down across from her and looked at her with interest,

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

halos in his hand looked

picked up her chopsticks and paused abruptly

dishes! Was he doing it on purpose? He used a whole table

The mellow taste

He surveyed her leisurely.

Joyce some food to her bowl. "Miss Knowles

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

beef in it and

eat beef, but thank you anyway,