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.

have run out of body wash, and why did you not ask the front desk to bring

Joyce's face darkened.

did 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

the people that he

What a strange man!

worse now. He

room in the suite, Kane opened the packing boxes one

boxes in his hand to Kane and instructed,

It only made sense if Joyce told him what to do, but why

was sulking, but his

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

I promise someone would

gave Luther a

not suffer just any little bit and had

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

up, you should be hungry