You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1629 Don't Think of Prevailing

Four days later.

Today there was an important public event in the military faction. In recent days after the merger of the military factions, they had carried out swift reforms to restore military discipline from top to bottom. In just a few short days, everything had already taken on a completely new look.

The conservative, corrupt, and secretly villainous factions were all stripped of their military ranks and actual power, left only to live out the rest of their days in retirement.

Ralph had shown them some mercy, giving them a way out.

Now, those in charge of the military faction's actual power were all Ralph's confidants, as well as supporters of the military discipline cleanup policy.

Clearly, for a long time to come, the military faction would defend the country and benefit the people with an entirely new lineup.

This had also been the century-old Heath family military faction's long- cherished wish all along.

Finally, taking advantage of this opportunity of splitting up and merging back together, they had achieved their goal.

Today, the military faction had an important public commendation and conferral of ranks ceremony, for both internal and external purposes. Of course Joyce needed to attend.

For her important role in capturing Otis, she would be awarded a first class medal at the commendation ceremony.

In the morning, Joyce set an alarm.

At six o'clock, the shrill ring of the alarm sounded and she jerked awake, getting up to get dressed and made up.

Usually she didn't care much about dressing up, but today she was inevitably a little nervous about making her first appearance in front of all the high-ranking generals of the military faction.

She had tossed and turned last night, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

In the end, it was only when Luther held her in his arms and forced her that she finally fell asleep.

not yet bright

Joyce down, "The medal presentation isn't until ten, the sun hasn't even come up yet, why are you getting

to change clothes." Joyce wanted to sit up, but

longer.” Luther dissatisfiedly

Joyce pushed at him. “There will be so many people there today, I need to get ready." "There's nothing that needs getting ready. You're the most beautiful and elegant young commander in the world. All you need to do is stand there and you'll be the focus of the entire venue.” Luther firmly held her down. "Be good, even getting up at eight would be rushed. It's too early now. Don't worry, Andres and I will be there with you to cheer you on." “I, I'm a little nervous.” Joyce still couldn't push him away no matter how she tried. She bit her lip, her body taut, feeling a bit anxious. Luther sobered

and fragrant scent intoxicated him every bit as much. Remembering being with her constantly day and night these past days, it had been an exceptionally fulfilling

Joyce was startled.

was he going to

had already flipped her beneath him, using his warm lips to stifle all her protests. What followed was unbridled ravishment. His wounds had healed and today he could finally take

him wide-eyed,

what he meant

indignation melted away in

Her body certainly was no longer taut, and her mind relaxed as well. Luther held her, glancing at the time. After the gratifying release of a moment ago, he was

eight, even

Mom, time to get up! Today

Luther away to sit

eight. Plenty of time. Aaron already brought breakfast up to the dining room. At nine he'll drive us to the ceremony

stood in the doorway. "Mom, I'm going to go brush my teeth and wash my face and get

speaking, Anderson bounced

late, heavens, I won't have time! This is all your fault, thinking about those

more relaxed now,

speechless, giving him an

up to wash and dress, while urging Luther at the

worry, I already had Aaron bring up breakfast, it's set out in the dining room. He'll drive us to the ceremony at nine, we'll make it."

then changed into her formal

suit, paired with a tie in the same color scheme, with sapphire cufflinks at

now shone so brightly she made him

words could depict the