You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce bought so many things that she felt like she could barely hold them in her hand.

She was worried that the soy milk in her hand would spill all over, and when she saw Kane coming, she quickly said, "Quick, help me with this.”

Kane gave Luther a stern look and turned to help Joyce with her things. “You just take the one on my left hand, I'll take the rest myself."

As Joyce walked to the door of the room, she noticed that Luther must have taken a shower, and he was leaning against the wall in a bathrobe.

She finally understood why Kane looked so pale.

"Ah, Kane. Mr. Warner is here just to ... just to ..." Suddenly, she found herself unable to find a suitable reason for why Luther had appeared in her room in the morning and had taken a damn shower.

Hell, did she ever tell him to take a shower in her room? Couldn't he go back to his own room?

"Well, Mr. Warner happens to stay on the same floor of the hotel as well. We are ... we are just going to have breakfast together ...” Joyce explained, even though she thought it did not make sense at all.

It simply made her more suspicious.

said, "You have run out of

Joyce's face darkened.

it on purpose, didn't he? He just wanted to make her look awkward. She was trying desperately to explain it away. She wanted to say that he had taken the shower in his own room and was

people that

What a strange man!

looked even worse now. He looked

packing boxes one by one, took everything out and put them

boxes in his hand to Kane and

him. It only made sense if Joyce told him what

sulking, but his hands were

finish them?" Kane frowned. This was indeed too much. She

any of these should be left over, I promise someone would be in

Luther a blank

just any little bit and had to make even just a breakfast so

and handed a shrimp dumpling to Joyce, feeding it

you should be hungry