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..."

her body was slightly

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

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

her long hair behind her

sense of reality and a feeling of peace. Holding her, he finally closed his eyes and fell

on the clock and almost shouted, "Oh my god! It's

she 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 all night... and exhausting her energy, causing her to sleep

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

all your fault. You came

nose, “Blame you, always

was sleeping well, how did I tempt you? Clearly, it's your hormones going haywire! You can't resist stimulation. If you continue like this

over and pressed her beneath

wife, it seems like I still have an

said it in a very

"Get off."

her face. "I want to get up and have breakfast. It's almost

a cold face, they would probably end up having

control myself, I promise to keep you in the room for several days." Joyce blushed. This man's words were so

attention, and fearing that he would lose control. Keeping a safe distance from dangerous people was

Luther also got up.

finish lunch before going to the company. Joyce took a stroll in the living room, rememberingher

the bathroom, the floor felt slippery. It seemed that the moisture from Luther's shower last night hadn't completely dissipated. She noticed his clothes casually thrown

them up, there seemed to be a

Joyce was taken aback.

sixth sense was

so