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

moment, the door

sweatpants, and he looked refreshing. "You're awake?" Luther asked, raising his long eyebrows slightly as he saw her

door suddenly, and the words she wanted to

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

Luther stood by the door. His arms were around his chest, his face was calm, and he was looking at her

his black eyes were calm

room card to open the door and get you back to your

He shrugged his shoulders.

"My Clothes ..."

dress and help you put on your nightgown. Is

thanks." She narrowed her eyes, and her long brows furrowed

ask. Although she had no memory of last night, judging from what she knew about herself, she only found it even more suspicious if he said she didn't

interest in his eyes. "Do you mean that you want something to happen

of course I didn't mean that." She immediately denied

best that nothing happened. It must have been

Luther raised an eyebrow, "You found them