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.

the phone, her voice was clear and bright, and she

out of the shower. Mr. Robertson, what

I call you if I have got nothing?" Otis smiled wickedly, "I

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

Otis

she felt

to me." Otis paused, "You're coming alone. And don't bring that guy again. What's her

Joyce looked aghast. Alone?

Karl's repeated advice to her not to get in

I need time to revise it. Let's give it

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live up to your trust, Mr. Robertson, and the high design

rest. I'm hanging up now.

in an ambiguous voice, emphasizing the word "good dreams", and hung

looked at the phone and was even more

felt something was wrong and couldn't

sleepy, but this inexplicable