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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looked at each other, as if they had

looked pretty

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seemed, it

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Capital, he had moved further and further away from Joyce, and Joyce

perception made him

wished he could go back to the good old days in Mufron, when it was just the two of them

we going to do with all this

with obviously displeasure, deliberately interrupting the

to his senses and

of embarrassment crossed his handsome face and he flushed a

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