You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

She looked at him with amusement.

This man, sometimes like a child, needs coaxing.

“I'm going up." She emphasized.

"Hmm." He finally let go of her face, his face still not looking too good. Joyce couldn't think of anything more to say and hurried into the Emperor Hotel.

When you get upstairs, room 8808.

The door to the suite was open, and just as I approached, I smelled a strong odor of alcol.

Joyce's long eyebrows wrinkled into a Sichuan character, speeding up her steps to approach the suite.

Bobby had never met Joyce in person, but having seen the photos posted online, he recognized them immediately.

"Ms. Knowles, you're finally here, thanks so much."

Joyce frowned, looking inside the suite living room, there are bottles everywhere, a glance over, there are seven or eight red wine bottles lying across the floor.

to mention that

the floor, leaning against the couch, his back to

him

of alcol hit her nose and almost choked

a handsome and elegant face, now his face is red, like allergies, covered with a fine red rash, a pair of bright eyes dull, dull look

unsure, and like they thought they were looking at it

smiled to himself, "Joyce, am I dreaming? I can't believe you came to see me, four years, I miss you and

Joyce slapped the bottle out of his

on the back of his hand stunned Justin, and he narrowed his

for, close by, perfectly presented

chest rose and fell smoothly, and he

It's really Joyce?

her features, not letting

real. However, the moment he touched her, he suddenly retracted his hand.

he have the face to see

not have no face to see

used the money for the purpose of splitting

the one who destroyed her home with his own hands, and he is the one who put her father, Ralph, under house arrest to this