You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The lapel of the suit exposed inside the coat showed that it was the same piece of clothing.

The pin was also pinned in the same position and had not been moved. Even so, he must thank Joyce.

She shot blindly, and hit the bullseye. Sure enough, she was a natural marksman.

In fact, when Joyce pointed her pistol at his heart.

He had a vague premonition.

He didn't have any worry, didn't move at all, trusted her completely. Besides, even if Joyce really wanted him dead, he would be willing to do so.

When the bullet entered, the impact was so powerful that he fell to the ground and had a brief dizzy fainting spell. But soon he regained consciousness. He was unharmed except for the impact on his chest, which was a little stuffy.

At the moment.

limbs, and was kneeling on the ground in an embarrassing position, blood gushing out

stormy

in a voice that only Charlotte could hear, a

choose one or the other? I'm sorry, I want them all." Charlotte finally despair, the last bit of light in

lost, she

deceive her. Yes,

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resenting Luther's miserable demeanor, and she

one who

you killed Rodney, you killed Ms. Armstrong, you have blood on your hands,

invalid, unable to

words, with a

sidelines, he had