You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Now that she was asleep and defenseless, if she had the intention to hide it, it would be such a disrespect to her.

He didn't want to do anything more to hurt her, not even a little bit.

He could simply wait quietly.

He could wait for the time when she was willing to tell him everything and face him.

As long as she was still alive, for him, it was already the greatest comfort and the greatest gift given to him by God. It had been four years, and why should he rush now?

He gazed at her peaceful sleeping face and sighed.

The sofa in the presidential suite was soft and comfortable enough that he didn't carry her to the room, but simply laid her flat gently on the sofa and then helped her take off her slippers at her feet.

Turning around, he came into the room, got a blanket and gently covered her body with it.

He then pressed a button, and the automatic curtains slowly closed and he turned off the lights in the living room. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The following day.

the dim light.

were so dim with only some faint light, and she seemed to be lying

up suddenly and finally remembered that she had fallen asleep in Luther's presidential suite yesterday. Oh God, her first reaction was to reach up

she felt relieved that the mask was still in place,

her clothes again, and

do

so careless that she fell asleep in his room. Strangely enough, he had tried everything on her before, and last night he even made such a farce. He obviously just wanted to

opportunity in front of

her sitting up

slept on the

insomnia. He has not slept so

curtains were slowly

naturally. Now it's pretty dark outside and it's raining. The road in the distance had

creeped into the

in a hazy

"Good morning.” Luther smiled.

Joyce hurriedly stood up from the sofa and straightened