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.

panic, Otis instead took out another cigar, holding it to his lips, the lighter in his hand turned nimbly, lowered his head to light the cigar,

the night is brightly

his cigarette, it was as if everything was back to normal. "Eugene , how long have you been with me?" Otis asked suddenly. Eugene's head tingled and he replied, "Mr. Robertson, three years and nine

well." Otis laughed coldly, "What kind of a

secret hospital there would be a strong attack, but they not expect to be Frank escaped before

I think you are wise." Eugene replied speculatively, flatteringly, "You think far ahead and never

saying that, Eugene already felt sweat

thoughtful.”

this strong attack?" Otis finally

with a thud, "Mr. Robertson, we really did our best this time. I guess, perhaps, Cecelia has woken up? She is

given from the front, the person assisting from the outside

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