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

the door

dressed casually today. He wore plain white hoodie and light gray sweatpants, and he looked

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

bit her

arms were 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 pupils, trying to find something in

eyes

open the door and get you back to your

He shrugged his shoulders.

"My Clothes ..."

you put on your nightgown.

her long brows furrowed deeply. Something didn't feel right, she

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 do anything last

her with interest in his eyes. "Do you mean that you want something to happen between us?

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

happened. It must have been

Luther raised an eyebrow, "You found them annoying at the time and threw them