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."

left and arrived at the bathroom, turning on the tap. He squeezed some foam onto his hands, rubbing

control his actions, he

sat on the sofa, supporting her chin with

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

returned to the

brought the coffee, placing 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 front of

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

that I am the first visitor to your

shrugging her shoulders, "You could say

feel embarrassed to stay." Clint took advantage of this, drank most of the coffee, then stood up, "The coffee beans have a good taste, rich and lingering. Thank you for

he didn't linger was that he was afraid the longer he stayed, the easier it would be to reveal his flaws. Since

didn't get up.

Clint glanced at her protruding belly, "Take care of

smiled, "Thank you

say anything more, he left

out of the door, he met Luther

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,

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

tone unfriendly, "What

helped with the circuit repair,

this time of day, it meant Grayson had been here all

hands clenched slightly behind his back, "It's just a

direct conflict