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."

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

reminded himself to control his actions, he

supporting her chin with one hand, lost

was more suitable to keep Grayson by her side to 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?

to

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

is simple, we don't 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

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neither confirmed nor denied, shrugging her shoulders, "You

stay." Clint took advantage of this, drank most of the coffee, then stood up, "The coffee beans have a good taste,

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

Joyce didn't get up. "I

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the door, he met

he hadn't expected Luther to come back midway, he saw Luther leave in the morning. He

initially surprised, then alert, his handsome long eyes narrowed slightly, emitting a faint chill. He had always been wary of

raised an eyebrow, his tone unfriendly, "What are you doing

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

that at this time of day, it

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

to have too much direct conflict with Luther. With that, he walked past