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.

anything but just a

down next to her, and smoothly took her into his arms, smelling the fresh fragrance of her hair after the shower, and just

not break away from him. Instead, she reached out and pointed to the cup of tea on the coffee table, "Have some tea, I just warmed it up,

began racing

was again! He really could

something to say to me today?" He asked of his own

was worse than scolding and complaining. If she really knew

than being tortured

He was going crazy!

He showed a tiny crack, and she could follow the trail so that

the pamphlet in her hand and

I do have something

breathed, "Well.

she had already

However...