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.

at drinking and might get drunk

this moment, she suddenly had an inexplicable urge

seemed to need some external force to stimulate her nerves. Her hand then did what

a whole glass of red wine, not to sip it,

tasted slightly astringent, yet smooth. It chilled along her throat and ran all

was drinking, at first,

emotions,

her glass of wine with some chagrin in her heart. What's wrong with her? If he had amnesia, he had amnesia. He

slightly regretting

I thought you don't

her, Otis’ low, ghostly voice rang

only felt a chill down her spine and her scalp tingled, and by the time she turned

were looking for me? Can I

lightly, his eyes lingering greedily on her body, "Where

"Just a casual walk."

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