You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

After she was done, Joyce sat back down, “Is Mr. Warner satisfied? I'll start eating."

After saying that, she ate up by herself, not bothering to pay attention to him again.

Because she kept her head down all the time when she was eating, she didn't see the shocked and complex expressions that alternately flashed across his face.

Luther kept staring at the shrimp in the bowl, stunned.

She knew that he did not eat onion and garlic. No matter what, it was very difficult to change a habit. The fact that she just subconsciously skimmed off the onion, ginger and garlic for him, set off a huge storm in his heart.

There was excitement, joy, sweetness, and a touch of sourness. She tried her best to shoot Ricky until the last moment, so she must still care for him. Even now, she would habitually skim off the onion and garlic for him. So she remembered! She must still care for him.

Did she still want to deny it?

Could he not be suspicious?

His throat tightened and he tried to question her, but his throat was too hoarse to make any sound.

He clutched the glass tighter and tighter, his knuckles bulging.

dinner and she stood up, “I'm done,

straight to the

the carpet in her room, and now she still had more than an hour left. She would need to wait a little longer. Sᴇaʀch

for a while. Unexpectedly, after a

was such

his dinner and slowly

that she had fallen asleep, and it was such a scene of

her long eyelashes fluttered gently. After her bath, she had changed into a long snow-white dress, her skin glowing with a honey- colored crystal

her and stopped when he was so close to

so tired that she fell

was not so much on

Joyce, it's you?

beyond control, and now, with her right in front of him, it was the perfect opportunity to find out what was going on. Should he try to remove

his

got more and more suspicions, he felt more

out his hand, and even his fingertips were shaking. The truth was close at hand and would

his hand when he was about