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.

"You have run out of body wash, and why did you not

Joyce's face darkened.

to explain it away. She wanted to say that he had taken

tell all the people that he actually

What a strange man!

even worse now.

Kane opened the packing boxes one

packing boxes in his hand to Kane and

if Joyce

was sulking, but his

things. Can you really finish them?" Kane frowned. This was indeed too

over, I promise someone would be in really serious

Luther

could not suffer just any little bit and had to

down on the sofa, took out a pair of chopsticks and handed a

should