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 the room

wore plain white hoodie and light gray sweatpants, and he looked refreshing. "You're awake?" Luther asked, raising his long eyebrows slightly as

Joyce didn't expect him to open the door suddenly, and the words she wanted to say came to her lips, but she seemed to have forgotten

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

arms were around his chest, his face was calm, and he was

his black eyes were calm as

card to open the door and get you

He shrugged his shoulders.

"My Clothes ..."

help you put on

her eyes, and her long brows furrowed deeply. Something

memory of last night, judging from what she knew about herself, she

in his eyes. "Do you mean

that." She immediately denied it. Damn man, what's going on

It must have been difficult for you to bring

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