You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

"No need. I'm fine." Luther shook his head. He clearly felt something sticky in his palm. The back of his head should be bleeding, but it should not be very serious.

Just now he should be more careful, but in the end, there were so many of them and he could not possibly deal with all of them at the same time.

Joyce drove the car back to the hotel as fast as she could, and after she parked the car, she opened the door for him.

Luther got out of the car, his hand still covering the back of his head. By the time they entered the elevator, the light was finally bright enough for Joyce to see bright red blood seeping out between his long, slender fingers.

She let out a low cry, "You're bleeding! You should have just gone straight to the hospital to be bandaged.”

“Never mind. Just a minor injury. I have a medical kit in my room. I can take care of it myself." Luther hooked his lips and glanced at her seductively, "But I would need your help, Miss Knowles."

Joyce bit her lip, and what he said was only reasonable.

When the elevator reached the top floor, the door opened.

on his handsome face, "Sorry, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and my legs felt weak. Perhaps I have just used up

a deep breath and

leaned over entirely on her, and she had no choice but to reach out and wrap her arms around him

not the time to argue with him, even though she knew he was just

he was injured because of her, and those punks were coming at her just now. Moreover, he got hit in the back of the head by the bald punk only to push her away, or that would

not be heavy either. He certainly knew how to prevent his

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helped him to the presidential suite

kit? I'll go

left." He

fetched the medical kit, opened it, and sure enough there was alcohol, iodine, gauze, and anti-inflammatory powder, and even some

over to him and moved his palm

been stained with his

wound was a little more