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.

up in the dim light. Having slept enough, she felt

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

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

relieved that the mask was still in place, and he

looked down at her clothes again, and they

didn't do anything

he had tried everything on her before, and last night he even made

front of him, why didn't he did nothing at

of her sitting

on the

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

automatic curtains were slowly pulled

raining. The road in the

then creeped into the presidential

in a hazy

"Good morning.” Luther smiled.

have fallen asleep here last night." Joyce hurriedly stood up from the sofa