You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce arrived at the door of Luther's presidential suite.

She was hesitant before she knocked on the door.

She shouldn't have been drinking last night and she knew how easily she could get drunk.

And every time, after drinking, she would just get unconscious.

She didn’t know if she had blurted out something that she shouldn't when she was drunk. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

But if she asked him?

Would he tell her?

But, if she did not ask, should she just pretend that nothing happened? Moreover, just now she searched around the room and found that her shoes were missing.

So, her shoes were not in the room? Where could they be? Did she come back barefoot without her shoes on?

How was that possible?

she was still

door of the

He was dressed casually today. He wore plain white hoodie and light gray sweatpants, and he looked refreshing. "You're awake?" Luther asked, raising his long eyebrows slightly

the door suddenly, and the words she wanted to say came to her lips, but she seemed to have

night, I ..." She bit her lip, and she

drunk last night, and I was the one who brought you back. What's going on?" Luther stood by the door. His arms were around his chest, his face was calm, and he was looking at her calmly. “That's it? Nothing more?" She lifted her

his black eyes were calm as

to open the door and get you back

He shrugged his shoulders.

"My Clothes ..."

off your dress and help you

and her long

of last night, judging from what she knew about herself, she only

and looked at her with interest in his eyes. "Do you mean that you want something to happen between us? So, Miss Knowles is

She immediately denied it. Damn

It must have been difficult for you to

her gratitude, "By the way, I can't find my shoes." "Shoes?" Luther raised an eyebrow, "You found them annoying at the time and threw them in