You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

“It doesn't matter. It's just that if Miss Knowles loves beef, I know a place in the Capital that is quite famous." Luther smiled, "Why don't we give it a try tomorrow."

"Thanks, but no." Joyce grimaced.

He just would never give up every single opportunity, right? What a cheeky man.

"Strange, Miss Knowles, why is there no fork on your plate? How inconvenient it must be to eat like that." Luther kindly pointed it out, and then, he walked to the dining table next to her, took a fork and put it on her plate.

“Thanks. I left it on the dining table earlier. It doesn't matter, and I'll just use a spoon.”

Joyce glanced at him faintly, and she felt a bit worried.

Did he find something? Or did he see her throw her fork and hit the younger Mr. Walsh in the back of his hand?

another fork to her plate,

should

really

enough, Luther continued his

Walsh's hand. And your fork is missing from you plate. Could that be the same fork? The one that was stuck in his hand and the one you just accidentally lost?" He paused, "After all, as far as I can see, tonight,

She listened and frowned.

be so good at imagining. You won't think that I did it, right?" She coolly swept him a glance, "I am

reasonable doubt.” He suddenly moved closer to her and leaned into her ear, "If you want to know who did it, you can just check the surveillance." Joyce was stunned. Damn it, she forgot about something like this. If they checked the surveillance footage, it wouldn't be hard to find that she

and subconsciously bit

thought, she thought

around. This was a public place, and how could they install surveillance cameras here? This would be

that she had been bluffed by Luther. He