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.

but couldn't break free. She shouted, "I

by the noise of the

know soon enough. Trust me, for saving me and treating me well,

effective means of communication on her, and the home security system malfunctioned, leaving her unable

knowing

hunter's pouch. How could Clint let

as he was about to

hurts so

in pain, facing an even more

be due to struggling and triggering premature

her lower body, soaking her legs. Then waves of pain rolled in, making

scheduled cesarean section, was she about to give

was determined to

with all her weight, trembling in his grasp,

turned

of sweat the size of soybeans formed on her cheeks, rolling down steadily. Her complexion had turned pale, unlike moments before. Clint was

too in pain to speak,

her well-shaped figure and saw her legs were wet, forming a puddle

waist. As a man, he had never experienced something

it be? Was her water

pain hitting her. She clutched Grayson's arm, slipping to the ground, unable to

Come, let me carry you onto

was about to lift