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.

slowly woke up in the dim light. Having slept enough, she felt full of

some faint light, and she seemed to be

finally remembered that she had fallen asleep in Luther's presidential suite yesterday. Oh God, her

relieved that the mask was still in

at her clothes again, and

didn't do

had tried everything on her before, and last night he even made such a farce. He obviously just wanted to know who

with such a great opportunity in front of him, why didn't he did nothing at

movement of her

on the couch last

extraordinarily well. No nightmares, no fears, and no insomnia. He has not slept so comfortably for too long. Knowing that she was

curtains were slowly pulled

outside and it's raining. The road in the distance had been washed clean by the rain. The streetlights were still on, like a chain of bright pearls stretching into the

creeped into

in a

"Good morning.” Luther smiled.

stood up