You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

"Fine, fine." Kane shrugged in approval.

He went up and looked through the "loot" Joyce and Karl had brought back and his eyes lit up.

"So many gold bars, so much cash! What a corrupt soul this Mr. Clark must be? He kept the money in his vault and it must have all been from an dubious source." Kane laughed, "When he find his vault is emptied, he certainly would not dare to call the police, because he simply can't tell them where he has got all the money."

"That's right." Joyce helped Karl put ice packs on and off, and rubbed his ankle to ease the symptoms.

She looked at her watch and it had been almost twenty minutes. She removed the ice pack and asked, "How are you feeling? Can you move?"

Karl looked down and saw her rubbing his ankle with a gentle face, and he had mixed feelings in his heart. He tried to move his ankle and it didn't hurt at all anymore.

"No problem. It does not hurt at all.” he responded.

"Great, just from the way it looks now, I guess it won't swell up again. After 24 hours, you will then apply the wound medicine so that your ankle can recover completely.” Joyce told him.

"Hmm." Karl softly returned. He lowered his eyes and cast a sophisticated gaze at her, inexplicable emotions tumbling and surging in his eyes.

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if they had remembered what happened

pretty uncomfortable next to

was already his

the eye contact and the tacit understanding between Karl and Joyce, and thought that they must have an extraordinary

seemed, it had gone beyond

He couldn't

further and further away from Joyce, and Joyce was paying

made him extremely

good old days in

what the hell are we going

deliberately interrupting the warm exchange between

back to his senses

embarrassment crossed his handsome face and he flushed

and deposit it in an offshore bank account. What is taken from the people should be used for the people.” Karl