You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1996: Soul Pierced

Not long after finishing lunch, Joyce sat for a moment on the couch.

Luther returned on time, within 20 minutes. As soon as he got home, he embraced Joyce, asking, "How are you feeling? Did last night tire you out?"

Joyce gave him a sideways glance. "You have the nerve to ask? My whole body aches."

"I'll give you a massage," Luther said, making an effort to make her happy. His slender fingers gently kneaded her neck, then moved to her back, tracing her delicate curves. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"The back's fine, it's mainly my legs that ache," Joyce pouted. Since he was pampering her, she wanted him to perform well.

"Okay, dear," Luther chuckled, shaking his head, his hands then massaging her slender legs.

Joyce relaxed against him, feeling some relief from the soreness. But his hands seemed to press deeper, and the positioning was becoming more ambiguous.

Finally, she exclaimed and hurriedly grasped his hand. "What are you doing? Don't get carried away!"

Luther raised a seductive eyebrow and continued to explore further, saying, "I didn't do anything unusual, just a normal massage."

firmly restrained his wrist, "Don't play games, don't think I don't know what you're up to. This is the living room! Please be mindful of appearances!" Luther laughed. "What can I do?

her by the neck and pulled her toward him, passionately kissing

sight of Mrs.

and being shameless at home. After Cecelia

go of Joyce

the presence of others. Just showing you, don't mind

show? Joyce was speechless with anger

Luther felt particularly good, ogling her still-flushed countenance as if she were an inflated pufferfish. He couldn't help but pinch her

her back against the

how scared you are," Luther chuckled, "Don't you know? The more you act

it," Joyce pushed him away, "Didn't you say the people

Luther directly lifted Joyce and headed toward

legs. It's not good for others to see," Joyce scolded, lightly tapping him, but not wanting

reception room. This mansion featured a special reception room, connected to the house while also accessible from outside, making it relatively private and independent

worth millions was placed in the middle, accompanied by a marble coffee table with exquisite British tableware holding a variety

Luther elegantly sat down, crossing his long legs. His cold, starry black eyes seemed

for Joyce was evident as they respectfully spoke, "Mr. Warner, the bridal