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.

she slowly and methodically wiped her

too dirty. After wiping it clean,

again, he then discarded the wet

the pain was so extreme that

left hanging with her last breath, her face twisted like a ghost,

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

deceived by Charlotte, and he dreamed of killing Charlotte himself

he wanted to leave the opportunity

entering the rotten building, he never made

gushed a large amount of blood from her mouth and looked at Luther as if she

own eyes that the bullet hit his heart, and to this day, his coat still had the scorched

How was that possible?

he

could she not be afraid of a ghost knocking on her door after all the bad things she had done? She showed a frightened and horrified expression, unable

Luther laughed softly.

front of her, he opened the buttons of his coat to reveal

of the suit, a