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

while Luther gently pulled out

"Please."

red wine glass away, "I don't drink wine." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters

and looked at her with interest, "Of

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

in his

and paused abruptly when she picked up

her favorite dishes! Was he doing it on purpose? He used a

the red wine. The mellow taste lingered between the lips and

He surveyed her leisurely.

to her bowl.

her bowl. These were all her favorite food. Her hand suddenly paused. If she ate them, she feared that he would

skipped the beef in it and ate the rest in the

don't eat beef, but thank you anyway, Mr.