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.

yet bright

until ten, the sun hasn't even come up yet, why are

wanted to sit up, but his leg was pressing down on her, rendering her unable to

early yet. Sleep a while longer.”

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 up a little. He propped

much. Remembering being

Joyce was startled.

he going to help her

was unbridled ravishment. His wounds

at him wide-eyed, unable

this was what he meant by helping

the end, all of Joyce's indignation

the gratifying release of a moment ago, he was wide awake. Holding her now, he felt an exceptional sense of satisfaction, knowing she hadn't

eight, even Anderson

Mom,

flew open and she shoved Luther away to sit up,

breakfast up to the dining room. At nine

I'm going to go brush my teeth and

Anderson bounced

Luther. “It's so late, heavens, I won't have time! This is all your fault, thinking about those things

put his arm around her waist. "What's wrong? You seem much more relaxed now, and your spirit

giving him an icy

Luther

room. He'll drive us to the ceremony at nine, we'll make it." Luther threw back the blankets and got out of

to say anything more to him. She washed up hastily, wolfed down a few bites of breakfast, then changed into her formal military uniform. She

changed into a tailored dark blue suit, paired with a tie in the same color scheme,

before his eyes now shone so brightly

words could