You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

"Forget it. I don’t want to argue with you. You just can do what you love."

She got up, ready to leave.

Suddenly, as if she thought of something, she turned around sharply and questioned, "What was Mr. Henderson talking about by substitute? What did that mean?"

Luther froze, overwhelmed by her question.

Justin doesn't know that Zora was Joyce and must think that he liked Zora just because Zora had a similar temperament to Joyce.

However, Joyce did not know that he had already figured out her identity.

If Justin hadn't pointed it out, it didn't occur to him that Joyce might mistakenly believe that he was approaching her in search of a "substitute".

God, what logic was this? He was getting himself so confused.

How could he explain to her that he actually knew she was "her"? When Joyce noticed that he didn't say anything, she was even more convinced that he really saw her as a substitute for "herself"... Was that why he clung to her all day long? She frowned deeply and suddenly felt very unhappy in her heart.

But on second thought, what was she so angry anyway?

don't have anything to explain? I'm a substitute?" She

felt really clueless. He simply asked, "Could it be that

face darkened, "Jealous

that he should explain, but he kicked the ball back to

a few people I need to visit tonight. I'l

up and unnaturally cleared

hurriedly left

continued, it would only get

at his back as he left

her a proper explanation

around. Strangely, Juanita had clearly

hadn't seen Charlotte so

it be that Charlotte had been resting at the

Charlotte doing here

the lounge for the

lazily reclined on the sofa. She got nothing better to do and kept checking

she wouldn't want to come to any charity party, especially the ones about orphans. Cecelia donated a large sum of money to the orphanage every year, and the