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."

the tap. He squeezed some

reminded himself to control his actions, he had already

sofa, supporting her chin with one hand, lost in

watch. When she solved the current tricky situation, she must thoroughly investigate Grayson's background, what exactly is his identity? And what are his intentions? But now, she really

returned to the

it in front of Grayson. At the same time, he prepared a cup 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 the coffee in

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confirmed nor denied, shrugging her

this, drank most of the coffee, then stood up, "The coffee beans have a good taste,

the easier it would be to reveal his flaws. Since the purpose of today was already

get up. "I won't

course." Clint glanced at her

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anything

the door,

leave in the morning. He

faint chill. He had always been wary of Grayson, even though he had

his tone

problem with the intelligent system. I helped with the circuit repair, it's all fixed now," Clint explained, "I'm heading to the

colder, knowing that at this time of day, it meant Grayson had been here all

yourself?" Luther's hands clenched slightly behind his back, "It's just a small favor.

conflict with Luther. With that,