You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1968: A More Difficult Problem

Clint abruptly grabbed Joyce's wrist. In that moment, Joyce realized how strong his grip actually was.

"Where are you taking me?" Joyce was being pulled along by Grayson, her body heavy, her belly swollen, making her walk slowly.

Clint continued to pull her into the elevator, heading straight to the rooftop helipad.

As they stepped out of the elevator, Joyce heard the roar of an engine. Looking up, she saw a small helicopter hovering in the sky, gracefully landing on the rooftop. She recognized this model, a cutting-edge technology from Rohomes called the "Nightingale." It was known for its small size, speed, and ability to evade radar detection. It was not something an ordinary person could possess.

With even the helicopter prepared, it was clear that Grayson had a well-planned escape route. Perhaps when she had discovered Grayson at her home, he had already ordered the helicopter to be ready for her evacuation at any moment.

Clint held Joyce firmly, his proud and icy gaze fixed on her. "You will know soon enough," he said. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

In truth, he had not expected to reveal himself so soon. His intention was to make a move while Joyce was not home today, with no one else in the house. Cecelia had been sent away, presenting a rare opportunity for him. He only wanted to investigate and, if possible, copy what he was looking for without leaving a trace.

Next, he planned to lay low for a while longer. To further uncover Joyce's and the warlord's plans. He was not willing to leave so soon.

Unexpectedly, Joyce suddenly returned home. He only had time to close the computer, unable to leave in time.

Her keen senses already detected his presence.

Knowing he couldn't escape, he decided to reveal himself directly. He signaled the helicopter to be ready via a wireless signal. The rooftop helipad was the perfect escape route for him. Unfortunately, he did not find what he was looking for.

With Joyce disrupting his plans by returning home midway, he decided to act decisively and take her away. His trip had not been in vain.

As the "Nightingale" helicopter landed, its door suddenly opened.

Joyce struggled but couldn't break free. She shouted,

voice was drowned out by the

eyes full of defiance. "I told you, you will know soon enough. Trust me, for saving me and treating me well, I won't let any harm come to you."

communication on her, and the home security system malfunctioned, leaving her unable to seek

desperately, knowing it was

hunter's pouch. How could Clint let go? He forcefully took her under the

was about

hurts

pain, facing an even more

be due to

ago, she felt warm fluid flowing uncontrollably from her lower body, soaking her legs. Then waves of pain rolled in, making her scalp tingle, unable to help but

scheduled cesarean section, was

off. He was determined to take Joyce away, regardless of her

when Joyce grabbed his arm and pulled downward with all her weight, trembling in his grasp, he realized something was wrong. She was not

quickly turned

he notice Joyce's distress. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans formed on her cheeks, rolling down steadily. Her complexion had turned pale, unlike moments

in pain to speak, her

were wet, forming a puddle

As a man, he had never experienced something like

Was her water

waves of pain hitting her. She clutched Grayson's

Come, let

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