You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 875

It's time. It's time to go.

Meanwhile, Joyce had returned to the ballroom. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Her mind was a bit foggy and her feet were a bit wobbly.

Reaching up, she rubbed her temples to ease the headache.

Hell, it had been so long, and why was she still thinking about these things. She should have forgot it all a long time ago, shouldn't she? She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

But it didn't work half as well.

She still felt stuffy in her chest.

On the dining table, glasses of red wine were neatly and orderly arranged, and those tall glasses were filled with the crimson liquid, glistening with a crystal luster.

Earlier, she had a glass of red wine in her hand, just for show, and did not really drink it.

and might get drunk after one drink. She

had an inexplicable urge

force to stimulate her nerves. Her hand

not

astringent,

at first, she did not

her upset emotions, it

down her glass of wine with some chagrin in her heart. What's wrong with her? If he had amnesia, he had amnesia. He did not have amnesia yesterday. It had been four years, and why would that matter

She cursed, slightly regretting her

thought you don't

her, Otis’ low, ghostly

tingled, and by the time she turned around,

Robertson, you were looking for me? Can I help

his eyes lingering greedily on her body, "Where did

"Just a casual walk."

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