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..."

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

her protests, and unabashedly drawing

an intense entanglement, Joyce was already exhausted and fell asleep. She nestled in his arm, her

hair behind her ear,

this way did he have 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,

the clock and almost shouted,

continued, how could she manage things? It was all because

and pulled her into his arms again. "What's wrong with noon? Andres must have

fault. You came back late and couldn't control yourself, not

laughed and pinched her nose, “Blame you, always

your hormones going haywire! You can't resist stimulation. If you continue like this and come back after eleven,

suddenly flipped over and pressed her beneath

dear wife, it seems like I still have an excess of hormones. What

in a very alluring

"Get off."

line on her face. "I want to get

didn't refuse this man with a cold face, they would probably end up having

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

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

Luther also got up.

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 them and give them to

entered the bathroom, the floor felt slippery. It seemed that the moisture from Luther's shower last night hadn't completely dissipated.

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

Joyce was taken aback.

sixth sense

scent of women's perfume? She never used perfume herself, so why would there be the