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

the door of

today. He wore plain white hoodie and light gray sweatpants, and he looked refreshing. "You're awake?" Luther asked,

wanted to say came to her lips,

..." She bit her lip, and she did not know

you back. What's going on?" Luther stood by the door. His arms were around his chest, his face was

black eyes were calm

door and get

He shrugged his shoulders.

"My Clothes ..."

you put on your nightgown.

She narrowed her eyes, and her long

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

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

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

It must have been difficult for

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