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

that moment, the door of the room suddenly

gray sweatpants, and he looked refreshing. "You're

wanted to say came to her lips, but she seemed to have forgotten

bit her lip, and she did

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 crystal

eyes were calm as

and get

He shrugged his shoulders.

"My Clothes ..."

just took off your dress and help you put on

eyes, and her long brows

couldn't help but 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 do anything

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

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

must have been difficult for you to bring me back

the way, I can't find my shoes." "Shoes?" Luther raised an eyebrow, "You found them annoying at