You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce took a nap after the spa.

When I woke up, it was noon.

Luther was not around, she sat up from the bed and suddenly felt a little lost, and then she shook her head off.

How can you expect him to be by her side all the time? The brain is really burnt out.

A thermos was thoughtfully placed by the bed, and she took a few sips to moisten her throat.

Putting on a coat, she went out of the room and went to the first floor.

I didn't eat much for breakfast and felt a little hungry. It was almost noon, and Ivy was nowhere to be seen, and no lunch was prepared? A little confused, she walked into the kitchen only to find Luther standing at the guide table, his back turned to the sink, and wondering what he was doing.

"What are you doing in the kitchen?"

She made a sudden sound behind her back, and Luther, who had been concentrating, was startled when the sharp blade cut across his index finger, cutting through a gash.

hurriedly dropped the knife

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my God, you cut your finger! What are you doing in the

a low curse, she hurriedly retrieved the

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yanked his hand over, "Even a small injury needs

out antiseptic water, dipped a cotton swab into it and wiped his wound, then applied iodine, and finally bandaged a band-aid

the hell are you doing here?" She grumbled and

corner of the kitchen where something seemed to be cooking in a

fragrance, she was sick, so her sense of

woke up, you should be hungry, I'll serve you a bowl." He was just

Joyce pushed him away.

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