You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1302

Luther gently stroked her cheek, which was more flushed from the bath. He knew that the hot water intensified the effect of the alcol in her system.

Sure enough, she opened her misty eyes, looked at him, and stretched out her arms to pull him closer, *, handsome, come closer and let me see.”

Luther inclined his head and smiled low, and indeed, as expected.

As he too got into bed, the weight made the soft bed sink even further. He wrapped his arms around her waist, "Is that close enough?" "Mmm." Joyce's eyes contained a dense mist of water as she reached out to caress his chiseled profile.

"Handsome man, you look like you look familiar. Well, let's see." She struggled to recall, looking adorable.

Luther couldn't help but pinch her puffy cheeks, and as much as he wanted to have her at the moment, at least she had to know that he was who he was.

"So, think about it, who am 1?" He rubbed his long fingers over her lips. Longing for too long, he couldn't resist leaning in and gently touching her lips.

Joyce slapped him drunkenly, " yeah,

Luther, "..."

"How am

wanted to take advantage of this opportunity

always bullying me ..." she clenched her fist and smashed it into his chest. Too drunk to make a strong effort, smashing out

I hate you ..." she

had always hated him, always hated him, and when the wine came out, she must have been telling the truth. He felt himself hurt, his heart

fist kept landing on his chest, not hurting

much more can I

He was suddenly desperate.

grabbed her hand, drinking but completely clear black eyes fixed on

you hate me, why didn't you shoot me

her hand and pulled it to his heart, pointing to the

why you didn't shoot me when you had the chance, if you hated me. You know, as long as it was you who shot me, I