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..."

was finally interrupted by a weak moan. The man on her body was slightly cold,

her protests, and unabashedly drawing warmth from her, taking

nestled in his arm, her long hair slightly damp, sticking to the side of

his hand, smoothed her long hair behind her ear, and held her

in 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

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

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

into his arms again. "What's wrong with noon? Andres must have gone to school. We have Mr. Arnold and

"It's all your fault. You came back late and couldn't control yourself, not letting others

and pinched her nose, “Blame you,

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

and pressed

like I still have

it in

"Get off."

black line on her face. "I want to get up

a cold

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

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

Luther also got up.

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

completely dissipated. She noticed his clothes casually thrown into the laundry basket, so she approached and picked them up, intending to wash

seemed to be a faint fragrance of perfume emanating from

Joyce was taken aback.

sixth sense

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