You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

"At that time, you told Rodney?" Mrs. James noticed a difference in Luther's expression, when his handsome face became gloomy and dangerous, and she felt something was coming with a woman's sixth sense.

It may not be a mistake of the identification center, but there must be something wrong.

"Yes, after I asked around, I told Rodney that the other girl's name was Joyce," Miss Lee replied affirmatively.

"What was Rodney's reaction when he heard about it?" Mrs. James asked again.

After four months, he came back to ask about the paternity test. Did the old Mr. Heath find something wrong?

asked me not to tell anyone that he had come." Miss Lee carefully recounted. Mrs. James's office was extraordinarily hot and stuffy, so hot that there was a thin layer of sweat on Miss Lee's forehead. She raised her sleeve and gently wiped her

and his long eyes narrowed in

four months to inquire about the name of the other girl from back then. What could this mean? Did it mean Rodney must have suspected something. He must

exactly did Rodney find in the first place? Why did he

remain as the Heath family's daughter

say it? This is actually nothing at all? They have the right to know about the report, and it was only natural if he asked about the

bit her lip, lowered her head and twisted her hands helplessly, “It's a big deal, and I don't dare to make

anyone, for that matter, be able to hurt you.” Luther's eyes burned, his dark

what he said, and her voice was hoarse, “This matter, I have kept it in my heart for almost four years, and it is hard for me not to