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.

her voice was clear and bright, and she sounded just like her usual self. "Ms. Knowles, what took you so long to answer the phone?" Otis’ voice was slightly

just got out of the shower. Mr. Robertson, what do

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

I'll hang up, I had a full day of meetings today and arrived home late. I'm

that so?" Otis smiled, his

deepened, and she felt Otis must have

to me." Otis paused, "You're coming alone. And

Joyce looked aghast. Alone?

Karl's repeated advice to her not to get in touch with Otis lately,

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to your trust, Mr. Robertson, and the high design fees you pay?" Joyce said

I won't disturb your rest. I'm hanging up now. Good night, and good dreams

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

looked at the phone and was even more

felt something was

but this inexplicable