You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1684: Some Things Don't Need to Be Asked

After Joyce got up, she had a few bites of breakfast and then sat in the living room to check her emails. Kane had recently moved MufronQR's headquarters to the country, so there were quite a few things she needed to follow up on.

Once she finished writing the emails and sent them out, she looked up and saw Luther coming out of the bathroom.

She immediately felt something strange. Luther had come home in the morning and slept next to her. She could clearly sense that he had taken a shower, as there was a faint scent of bath oil on his body. After getting up, she saw Luther go to take a shower again before having breakfast.

And now he was coming out of the bathroom again, his hair clearly still damp.

It meant that he had taken a third shower.

That was just too strange.

She couldn't help but ask, "Why are you taking so many showers?" Luther's body stiffened. Athena's repeated touches yesterday had pushed him to the edge. His severe germophobia had resurfaced. Just the thought of it made him feel uncomfortable and eager to take a shower.

He came up with an excuse, "My arms and back were a bit sore, so I rinsed them with hot water a few more times."

Joyce didn't ask any further. “Is it because you're too busy? Take care of yourself. If you can't finish everything, you can spread it out over a few days."

"Mm," Luther nodded as he put on his suit.

Joyce stood up and walked over to help him with his tie.

“You're not having lunch and leaving now?" she asked.

Luther leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Mm, there are still some things I need to take care of."

Joyce suddenly asked, "Any progress on Iris’ situation?"

Mufron's hospitals, and there's no trace of Iris. If Iris is still in a comatose state, she would definitely need a lot of medical resources. I suspect she has woken

excited. "Otherwise, should I go and find Christian...?" But she stopped in mid-sentence. After all, there was some conflict between Christian and Luther. She didn't know the reason, but it wouldn't

that he seemed calm, she shrugged. “It's been

nothing between me and him," she added, afraid that Luther would

have to explain. If there's anything between you and him, even if he saved you, I would really kill him." Joyce's delicate face twitched. It seemed that Luther's animosity towards Christian was

Joyce finally voiced her curiosity. At this point, did they still need to

used to be good friends, but we fell out because of some things. I'll tell you later

her cheek. "I'm leaving. I'll be back before 8 PM. Not like last

leaving, he said one more thing, explaining his all-night

nodded and watched

still a lingering sense

into the bathroom and took out the

a shirt he had changed out of. She picked it

scent of perfume, different from last time. This time, the scent was much stronger. She was certain it wasn't her imagination, nor was it something

was undeniably the scent

furrowed her brow and instinctively examined

lipstick, a pink lipstick mark, just a hint of it, as if

standing still in the

in contact with another

intuition was usually accurate, and she was sure that he was hiding something from her. Who was he with, staying out late for consecutive nights? If it was just work-related matters, why didn't he

the secret he

early morning returns and morning

reflection in the

the lipstick mark on his shirt until there was no trace left. At least, except