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..."

weak moan. The man on her body was slightly

again, sealing all her protests, and unabashedly drawing warmth from her, taking everything he

asleep. She nestled in

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

reality and a feeling of peace. Holding her, he finally

the time displayed on the clock and almost shouted, "Oh my god!

was all because of the man beside her, blaming him for keeping her up all night... and exhausting

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

glared at him, "It's all your fault. You came

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, you'll be sleeping downstairs

flipped over and pressed her

I still have an excess of hormones. What

it in a very alluring

"Get off."

line on her face. "I want

man with a cold

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

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

Luther also got up.

news. It was already this time, so he might as well finish lunch before going to the company. Joyce took a stroll in

last night hadn't completely dissipated. She noticed his clothes casually thrown into the laundry basket, so she approached and picked

to be a faint

Joyce was taken aback.

woman's sixth sense was sometimes

She never used perfume herself, so why would there