You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce slowly walked up to Charlotte, her voice calm and soft.

She looked down at Charlotte from above, a quiet smile blossoming on her lips.

"Do you have any wet wipes?" She reached out, asking Luther.

She knew Luther had a serious cleanliness problem now and could not stand other women touching him.

She's seen a few times where office personnel have accidentally touched him and he's had to wipe up with a wet paper towel for a long time afterwards.

She also knew in her heart that he made an exception for her. Or maybe it had something to do with her that he had developed such a serious cleanliness problem.

So, he usually carried it with him.

Sure enough, Luther took the wet wipes he carried from inside his coat pocket and handed them to Joyce.

Joyce took it and removed the wet wipes.

methodically wiped

it was too dirty. After wiping it clean, she pinned the pistol

hands clean again, he then discarded the wet paper towel on

blood, when the pain was so extreme that she could no longer feel

face twisted like a ghost, questioning with all her might,

of Charlotte, looking disgusted and disdainful, "Joke, all this time, it's been you who's been lying. Why can't we lie to you? What?

he dreamed of killing Charlotte

he wanted to leave

the rotten building, he never

from her mouth and looked at

to this day, his coat still had

How was that possible?

could he be

was scared! How could she not be afraid of a ghost knocking on her door after all

Luther laughed softly.

he opened the buttons of his coat

pocket of the suit, a special