You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

She loved her son so much.

"Go to sleep." She reprimanded Anderson slightly and then walked uncomfortably out of the room.

Luther stayed with Anderson for a while longer, waiting for Anderson to fall asleep before closing the door to his room.

It was late, so he simply went into the bathroom, washed away the dust and fatigue of the day, changed into navy blue pajamas, and walked out of the bathroom and into the living room.

In the living room, it was too quiet.

Joyce nestled on the sofa. She has a brochure about charity in her hand and was quietly flipping through it. She brought it from Juanita. She only turned on a lamp. The hazy light was just like a fog, and over the sofa, she was shrouded by a holy hue.

Luther looked at her stunning side face and felt touched within. In fact, he wanted to see her real face so much.

Truly, he missed her so much.

It's been too long. Although her gorgeous face had been imprinted in his mind, it's been too long, and he could not help it. He wanted to see her and held her in his arms again.

just a simple and quiet life

and smoothly took her into his arms, smelling the

she reached out and pointed to the cup of tea on the

heart began

was again! He really could not stand

asked of his own accord as he tightened his

attitude towards him was worse than scolding and complaining.

being tortured by her

He was going crazy!

tiny crack, and she could follow the trail so that he had

her hand and raised her

I do have

"Well.

breath. He didn't know how much she had already

However...