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..."

by a weak moan. The man on her body was slightly

again, sealing all her protests, and unabashedly drawing warmth from her,

and fell asleep. She nestled in his arm, her long hair slightly damp, sticking to the side of

long hair behind her

a sense of reality and a feeling of 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! It's almost

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

must have gone to school. We have Mr. Arnold and Aaron here, so we

fault. You came back

laughed and pinched her nose, “Blame you, always

Clearly, it's your hormones going haywire! You

suddenly flipped over and pressed

I still have an excess

it in a very

"Get off."

want

refuse this man with a cold

anymore. If I really can't control myself, I promise to keep you in

him any more attention, and fearing that he would lose control.

Luther also got up.

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

Luther's shower last night hadn't completely dissipated. She noticed his

instant of picking them up, there seemed to be a faint

Joyce was taken aback.

sense was

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