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.

She shouted, "I

drowned out by the

me, for saving me and treating

being to detoxify Luther. She had no effective means of communication on her, and the home security system malfunctioned, leaving her unable to seek help

knowing it

pouch. How could Clint let go? He

as he was about to

It hurts so

pain,

to

waves of pain rolled in, making

the scheduled cesarean section, was

initially brushed it off. He was determined to take Joyce away,

pulled downward with all her weight,

quickly turned

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

too in pain to speak, her

down her well-shaped figure and saw her legs were wet, forming a puddle on the ground. He

a man, he

Was her

She clutched Grayson's arm, slipping to the ground, unable to alleviate the

down, concerned. "What's wrong? Come, let me carry you onto the

was about to