You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

She walked to the dining table, turned on the special water dispenser in his room, got a cup of water, then brought it over the sofa and placed it on the coffee table.

“It's hot, so drink it later. Where's the apple? Didn't you have enough to eat tonight? And you want apples now?" She frowned with a look of displeasure.

“I only had a little champagne in the evening, and I didn't eat anything. The apples are in the fridge." He simply rested both his legs on the couch and reclined leisurely, his slender fingers pointing to the fridge. Joyce walked to the refrigerator with slightly furrowed eyebrows.

When she opened the refrigerator, she found a lot of food and fruits inside.

This man, wherever he went, lived a life of luxury and pomp.

She took out an apple and grabbed a fruit knife from the European cooking table.

Walking back to the couch, she simply sat on the coffee table and began peeling apples.

The sharp tip of the knife slid through the skin of the apple to reveal the crystalline flesh inside.

supposedly sent by that Mr.

I saw Mr. Walsh walk around the corner to make a phone call, so I think it's

some punks from the street. What a novice. Do you need me

and she sliced it into pieces,

knife into a piece of apple and reached out to hand it

business." S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ

she would like to keep a

thought about it. Although she could not avoid working with him on the project, but such frequent contact with him was not her

just stay

of the knife was indeed aimed at his heart, although it was stabbed into

made him feel the

ached and his

the fruit

the knife, afraid

are you