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?

when she was

the door of the

was already up. He was dressed casually today. He wore plain white hoodie and light gray sweatpants, and he

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

..." She bit her lip, and she

around his chest, his face was calm, and he was looking at her calmly. “That's it? Nothing more?" She lifted her crystal eyes and gazed into his deep, dark

eyes

your room card to open the door and get you back

He shrugged his shoulders.

"My Clothes ..."

your dress and help you put on your nightgown. Is that

long brows

help but ask. Although she had no memory of last night, judging from what she knew about herself, she only found

you mean

didn't mean that." She immediately denied it.

been

my shoes." "Shoes?" Luther raised an eyebrow, "You