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, I remember,

Luther, "..."

"How

take advantage of this opportunity to set her

and smashed it into his chest. Too drunk to make a strong effort,

hate you ..." she muttered

was this what was in her heart? 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 torn like pain. He

fist kept landing on his chest, not hurting at

much more can I

He was suddenly desperate.

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

you shoot me

his heart, pointing to the

why you didn't shoot me when you had the chance, if you hated me. You know,