You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1653: You're Not a Local

Joyce walked into the emergency room, where people were bustling back and forth.

She stood there for a moment and reached out to grab a doctor who was coming out of the emergency room.

She asked, "Excuse me, is the elderly man who was brought in stable?"

"How is my grandfather doing?" came a deep voice from behind almost at the same time.

Joyce was taken aback and instinctively turned her head.

The man who had just gotten out of the luxury car turned out to be the grandson of the old man. The old man seemed either wealthy or influential, and the grandson was just as ostentatious.

It was the first time the man got a close look at Joyce's appearance; he had only seen her back before. He was shocked by her beauty. Her eyes were like obsidian, with subtly arched eyebrows that gave her a sharp and heroic look. The corners of her eyes and lips were also full of charm, combining all the beautiful qualities in one person.

Not only was she beautiful, but she was also kind-hearted, helping a stranger in need.

The man took off his sunglasses, not hiding his amazed gaze.

Joyce glanced at him and was also slightly surprised when he took off his sunglasses. This man had rare phoenix eyes, which were in perfect proportion to his handsome face. No wonder he dyed his hair silver; it gave him a foxy charm.

In short, he was very attractive, the type that most women would flock to.

Having seen many handsome men, Joyce merely glanced at him without much interest.

At this moment, the doctor answered them, "He is no longer in danger. The rescue was timely. Wait for about an hour, and he will wake up, then you can go in and see him."

Upon hearing that the old man was safe, Joyce turned to leave. However, the man suddenly reached out an arm to stop her.

the paramedic that you saved my grandfather.” “It was just

weren't for you, my

May I know your name? Could you give me your phone number?" The man's lips curved into a smile, his gaze captivating,

he know that Joyce had no intention of giving him

hands and coldly refused, “I would save anyone. You don't need to thank me. You don't need to know who

face immediately fell, his

female bodyguard beside him couldn't help but speak in dissatisfaction, "How can you talk to His... to the Young Master like this?" S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website

be unreasonable to someone

respectfully nodded, her face full of respect. Their actions and demeanor

attire to their attitude, they were different from the people of Pascaylia. She had a feeling that they were not from Pascaylia but from Rohomes. It was strange why there were always people from

to suspect that something was happening or

name, but I still have to thank you. Saving a life is such a

coolly, linking her arm and glancing at her watch. "I have to go now. Please don't block me. If you have the time, you should pay

for about an hour before we can go in. I can't see my grandfather now. You don't want to tell me your name, and you don't want to give me your phone number. You don't even accept my gratitude.

pointed outside the door, "At least let me invite you for a cup of

was a TOSTA coffee shop next to the

raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, and

"Okay."

arrived at the

"What kind of coffee

Joyce replied as she sat down by

an iced Americano,” Reuben said

coffee. Joyce

tone, she asked, "You're not locals, are

was a little surprised, "Oh, is it