You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The night was extraordinarily quiet.

Inside the apartment, it was so quiet that she could even hear her own breath.

The sense of urgency of the unexpected call and the ringing that seemed to never stop made her feel suffocating.

Joyce held out her hand and hesitated for a moment.

What could Otis be doing calling her at this late hour?

Besides, Mr. Clark had just died, and Otis was looking for her at such a time?

“Thump-Thump-Thump!" Her heart seemed to be pounding straight against her chest disorderly.

When the ringing was about to stop, she finally pressed the answer button.

At the very moment, it would be even stranger if she did not answer the phone.

this late hour?" Joyce had already calmed down when she picked up the phone, her voice was clear and bright, and she sounded just like her usual self. "Ms.

shower. Mr. Robertson, what do you

have got nothing?" Otis smiled wickedly, "I missed you before I called

If there's nothing I'll hang up, I had a full day of meetings today and arrived home late. I'm already tired and

so?" Otis smiled,

deepened, and she felt Otis must have

yet? Let's meet tomorrow and you can show it to me."

Joyce looked aghast. Alone?

to get in touch

politely refused, "Mr. Robertson, I'm sorry. There's a problem about the details of the design, and I need time to revise it. Let's give it a week, and then I'll show

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otherwise how can I live up to your trust, Mr. Robertson, and the high design fees you pay?" Joyce

won't disturb your rest. I'm hanging up

emphasizing the word "good

at the phone

sound so strange? She always felt something

quite sleepy, but this inexplicable