You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce took a deep breath and quickly got back to work.

She must continue the meeting that was not finished before.

The meeting went on until about noon.

In addition to communicating ideas and presenting designs, they also divided the workload, and then each of them could work on their own part efficiently.

After all the ups and downs throughout the morning, and the long meeting...

Joyce was feeling a little tired.

She sat on top of the chair in her office, swiveled over and looked out the window at the magnificent mountain view, and felt much more relaxed.

"Knock, knock." Someone knocked on the door twice.

Kane walked right in.

"Sister, they've all gone to the canteen for lunch. I'll go buy you something else to eat, okay? What do you want to eat? Beef? Cod?" "No need. You go ahead and have lunch, and I'll rest for a while. Later I'll go to the canteen to eat by myself." Joyce waved her hand. She needed a quiet moment after using her brain too much in the morning. "Okay, Sister, I'll go first then.”

that she needed

eyes for a

the knocking sounded again,

Joyce's eyes were closed, facing

the

tell Kane that he didn't need to buy food for

chair back around and opened

through the sentence, she

front of her. He was so handsome

was just a foot away from hers. She was startled, and out of instinct, her legs threw the swivel

chair firmly in place, preventing her from

boxes in his hands down on her desk.

and unpacked the packing boxes

that makes authentic, delicious food. I've chosen a few

at the dishes all over the desk. He called them “a few"? It was obviously a lot, okay? And, when he said the dishes tasted authentic, she was afraid he meant, they were very

course, she couldn't show that she knew they were Khebury dishes. "Mr. Warner, that's too much. I can't possibly

her chopsticks, “I haven't eaten either, so let's eat together. You can also ask Kane to come and eat with

her eyes. Could she possibly call Kane over?

that Kane would have enough when he saw how attentive this Mr. Warner was