You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Luther grudgingly smiled, "Hmm."

He walked straight to the front of the reception car. Since Tommy drove today, he sat down next to Tommy.

Charlotte was stunned. She thought, he would sit in the same row with her, but did not expect him to sit directly in the front row.

Luther turned around and explained, "I will take the front row to get a better view. Thank you for your hard work in introducing me later.” He deliberately sat at the front because he didn't want to sit with Charlotte. God could know how much he had to endure to make the call to Charlotte.

After the fight, he felt like he was going to throw up.

His bottom line was that he should at least not get too close to Charlotte, otherwise, he could not guarantee that he hold himself back, and perhaps the next second, he would want to kill her directly.

"Oh, it's fine. It's fine." Charlotte laughed.

She reluctantly sat in the rear row.

Aaron, on the other hand, sat in the third row with an expressionless face.

He didn't care to sit in the same row with a disgusting woman like Charlotte.

Charlotte's scandalous story was

he always thought that Charlotte

even took the initiative to call Charlotte, he felt so much reluctance in

that this trip had a special purpose, he was afraid he would have come forward to beat this hypocritical woman

himself laugh. What he had now was had only a prohibitive cold

Aaron, and wondered in her mind how she could get rid of Aaron

she could

because the Military Staff House was relatively large occupying the entire mountain, and there were more bumpy roads so they would usually need a special

whole way and gave Luther brief

internal secrets of the military, but only the basic facilities and security

his head and praised, "Exactly as what I have heard about this place, it's rather strictly

reception van passed by the living areas, some excited

a marriage contract

wanted to see what the Mr. Warner actually looked

car passed by, they all looked forward to seeing Luther. Luther propped up on the edge of the car with one hand, and they all let out a shrill cry when they saw

"Oh my God."

so handsome, far more handsome in person than on the magazine