You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1963: Never Let You Succeed

Upon returning home, the butler inquired, "May I ask what type of coffee you would like?"

Clint replied, "Hand-ground, latte, no sugar."

"I don't want coffee," Joyce hadn't finished yet.

Clint interjected, "Help her brew a cup of reine flower tea. It's good for the body, helpful for improving complexion, beauty, and relaxation."

Joyce lightly furrowed her brows, "I don't have that kind of flower tea at home."

Clint was astonished, "Really? St. Denis Royal exclusive noble flower tea, the grand family of the wealthiest first family doesn't have it?"

Joyce looked at Grayson in doubt once again, "Don't say we don't have it, I haven't even heard of it. But you, you seem to know a lot. It's hard to imagine, a researcher, living with such taste. Sometimes I always wonder, Grayson, what kind of person are you? You really don't seem like an ordinary person."

Clint's handsome face stiffened, habits are truly hard to change. He almost revealed his slip-up again. When one uses royal belongings too often, they tend to slip out without thinking.

He awkwardly smiled, "How could that be? It's impossible, maybe I used to read a lot and know a lot. Although I know about it, I definitely haven't tried it myself, so I'm curious too. If you have it, I'd like to have a taste as well."

He covered it up well and changed the subject, "My hands are still a bit dirty, I accidentally touched some motor oil earlier, can I use the bathroom? I want to wash my hands."

He stood up, looking around, "To avoid dirtying your expensive sofa."

Joyce pointed in the direction of the bathroom, "Of course, you can."

bathroom, turning on the tap. He squeezed some foam onto his hands, rubbing it repeatedly to calm himself

himself to control his actions,

on the sofa, supporting her chin with one hand, lost in

current tricky situation, she must thoroughly investigate Grayson's background, what exactly is his identity? And what are his

returned to the

of fine green tea for Joyce. Then, the butler respectfully withdrew. "Your house is so big, but with so few people, can you handle it all?" Clint picked up

need too many people, not even the butler is always around," Joyce said. In reality, the house was always on guard, with the butler, maid, cleaning staff, and security all carefully selected and rotating shifts. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels

am the first visitor to your house?"

shrugging her shoulders, "You

am extremely honored. Since you say that, I feel embarrassed to stay." Clint took advantage of this, drank most of the coffee, then stood up, "The coffee beans have a good

was afraid the longer he stayed, the easier it would be to reveal his

didn't get up. "I

course." Clint glanced at her protruding

you

say anything more, he left

as he stepped out of the door, he met Luther walking

cold, he hadn't expected Luther to come back midway, he saw Luther leave in the morning. He pondered in his heart, since he was seen, he couldn't reveal any clues. So, he took the initiative to greet, "Mr. Warner,

slightly, emitting a faint chill. He had always been wary of Grayson, even though he had people secretly keeping an eye on

eyebrow, his tone unfriendly, "What are you

with the circuit repair, it's all fixed now," Clint explained,

time of

hands clenched slightly behind his back, "It's just a small favor. If I have disturbed you, please

too much direct conflict