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.

from the paramedic that you saved my grandfather.” “It

of rescue time. If it weren't for you, my grandfather's life would have been in danger. I want to thank you properly.” The man

curved into a smile, his gaze captivating, as if emitting an electric charge. It was the first time he

had no intention of giving

refused, “I would save anyone. You don't need to thank me. You don't need to

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be unreasonable to someone who

actions and demeanor made

people of Pascaylia. She had a feeling that they were not from Pascaylia but from Rohomes. It

inevitable to suspect that something was happening or about to

don't tell me your name, but I still have to thank you. Saving

repayment, then there was no need to save a life in the first place," Joyce replied coolly, linking her arm and glancing at her watch. "I have to go now. Please don't block me. If you

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. How can

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

a TOSTA coffee shop next to

an eyebrow, thought for a moment,

"Okay."

at

kind of coffee

Joyce replied as she sat down by the

have an iced Americano,” Reuben said to

order the coffee. Joyce glanced at Grizela's straight figure and then

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

surprised, "Oh, is