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

that moment, the door of

plain white hoodie and light gray sweatpants, and he looked refreshing. "You're awake?"

the words she wanted to say came to

her lip, and she

His arms were around his chest, his face was calm, and he was looking at her calmly. “That's it? Nothing more?" She

his black eyes

the door and get you back to your room, and that's

He shrugged his shoulders.

"My Clothes ..."

took off your dress and help you put on your nightgown. Is that a

and her long brows furrowed deeply. Something

night, judging from what she knew about herself, she only found it even more suspicious if he said

his eyes. "Do you mean that you want something to happen between us? So, Miss Knowles is

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

been difficult

gratitude, "By the way, I can't find my shoes." "Shoes?" Luther raised an eyebrow,