You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Command Room.

Otis sits on the couch, his legs hanging off the coffee table, his cigar in his hand.

The scarlet flame jumped between his fingers, and he did not smoke it, letting the cigar keep burning. He looked so gloomy that no one knew what he was really thinking.

Eugene stood by with trepidation, not daring to breathe.

Until the cigar burned all the way to Otis's fingers, he felt the burn, shook violently, and threw the butt on the floor. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Eugene hurriedly bent down, picked up the cigarette butt on the ground and inserted them into the ashtray.

The ashtray, long ago, was filled with cigarette butts.

it to his lips, the lighter in his hand turned

the night is brightly

as if everything was back to normal. "Eugene , how long have you been with me?"

Otis laughed coldly, "What kind of

hospital there would be a strong attack, but they not expect to be Frank escaped before they did. Fortunately, Otis personally participated in the command of this attack,

wise." Eugene replied speculatively, flatteringly, "You

Eugene already felt sweat all

Deeply thoughtful.” Otis

failure of this

simply knelt down in front of Otis with a thud, "Mr. Robertson, we really did our best this time. I guess, perhaps, Cecelia has woken

inside and outside. According to the tip-offs given from the front, the person assisting from the outside is most likely Chris , a distant relative of Cecelia, the commander-in-chief of the

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