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 still

that moment, the door of

already up. He was dressed casually today. He wore plain white hoodie and light gray sweatpants, and he looked refreshing. "You're awake?" Luther asked, raising his long eyebrows slightly as he saw

and the words she wanted to say came to her lips, but she

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

you were drunk last night, and I was the 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

black eyes

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

He shrugged his shoulders.

"My Clothes ..."

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

narrowed her eyes, and her long brows furrowed deeply. Something didn't feel right,

do anything?" She 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

"Do you mean that you want something to happen between us? So, Miss

of course I didn't mean that." She immediately denied it. Damn man, what's going

that nothing happened. It must have been difficult for you to bring me

can't find my shoes." "Shoes?" Luther raised an eyebrow, "You found them annoying at the time and threw them in