You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Meanwhile, Luther was driving alone on the highway.

After leaving the Capital, he received a call from Casey.

It was already so late, and besides, knowing that he had to rush back to Khebury today, Casey had to have something important when he called him.

Luther's eyes flinched and he answered the phone.

"President, do I disturb you?" Casey asked respectfully, but with a hint of anxiety in his voice.

"Go on. It's okay." Luther gently hit the steering wheel and pulled into the rightmost lane and left the fast lane.

Walsh and just now he reported a strange thing. I felt something was wrong and that I need

forgotten about this man. After his brother died, the younger Mr. Walsh was taught a lesson by him, and then driven back

else could he

indeed the case. The younger Mr. Walsh completely forgot why they went to the Capital, who they had really offended, and why his brother died. To further determine the younger Mr. Walsh's situation, I specifically sent someone to Blue Maple Group to talk about a partnership. Unexpectedly, the younger Mr. Walsh had no memory of you, or Ms. Knowles.

slammed on the brake to slow down, pulled the sports car

properly, the big thing

very strange time. The younger Mr. Walsh simply fell down the stairs, fell into a coma for a few hours, and

felt his heart pounding, and his brain

a bout three to four months. The rest of his memory was intact and he could read just normally. So the doctor was very