You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1673: The Unserious Response

Back at the Warner residence.

It was already 2 a. m.

Luther walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and as the icy water washed over his body from head to toe, his dazed mind became much clearer.

He shook his head, and large droplets of water fell from his cheeks. Suddenly, he punched the smooth, mirror-like tiles, unable to restrain the suppression and irritability in his heart.

He stood under the shower for a while, adjusting the water temperature, experiencing the extreme contrast between cold and hot. After showering, he dried his hair and changed into lightweight pajamas. In the room, Joyce was already asleep, curled up with her hair scattered on the pillow, sleeping soundly.

He lay down beside her, reached out to embrace her, turned her over to face him, and held the back of her head with his hand, his long fingers running through her hair.

Joyce was awakened by Luther's kiss. She groggily opened her eyes, surrounded by darkness, clearly still in the early hours of the morning. "Mm, you're back. What time is it?" she murmured.

Her voice was swallowed by his kiss.

“I don't know, didn't check the time..." he bit her lip, his voice becoming hoarser.

Feeling his body was a bit cold, Joyce reached out and hugged his waist. "You just took a shower, why are you still so cold? Did the temperature drop outside? It's so cold.”

Luther had already untied her pajamas, and he chuckled softly, "Hold me tight, let me warm up."

Feeling his increasing impudence, she pushed his hand away, "Stop fooling around and go to sleep. I want to sleep.”

"But I want it," he whispered in her ear, biting her earlobe, his hot breath spraying on her neck. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Can't we wait until morning... It's midnight now... Ah..."

a weak moan. The man on her body was slightly cold, but his movements were

her protests, and unabashedly drawing warmth from

already exhausted and fell asleep. She nestled in his arm, her long hair slightly damp, sticking

hand, smoothed her long hair behind her ear, and

peace. Holding her, he finally closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up again, it was

the clock and almost shouted, "Oh my god!

was becoming more and more prone to sleeping in. If this continued, how could she manage things? It was all because of the man beside her, blaming him for keeping her up

arms again. "What's wrong with noon? Andres must have gone to school. We have Mr. Arnold and Aaron here, so we don't need to

came back late and couldn't control

and pinched her nose, “Blame you,

your hormones going haywire! You

over and

like I still have an

in a very alluring

"Get off."

want to get

refuse this man with a cold

I promise to keep you in the

wanting to pay him any more attention, and fearing that he would lose control. Keeping a safe distance from

Luther also got up.

some breakfast, Luther sat in the living room and looked at his phone, reading the news. It was already this time, so he might as well finish lunch before going to the company. Joyce took a stroll in the living room, rememberingher clothes from last night were still in the bathroom. She planned to retrieve

It seemed that the moisture from Luther's shower last night hadn't completely dissipated. She noticed his clothes casually thrown into the laundry basket, so she approached and picked them up, intending to wash

to be

Joyce was taken aback.

sense was

perfume? She never used perfume herself, so why would there be the smell