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."

is normal," Joyce 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

neck and pulled her toward him, passionately

of her eye, she caught sight of Mrs. Hurley and Mrs. Brown passing by, and quickly turned her face to avoid their gaze. This scene only made her more furious, and she

and being shameless at home. After Cecelia left, there were no elders at home, this meant he intended

Luther voluntarily let go of Joyce that she gained

do this in the presence of others. Just showing you, don't

show? Joyce was speechless with anger and couldn't even

felt particularly good, ogling her still-flushed countenance as if she were an inflated pufferfish.

the couch,

know? The more you act like this, the more it stirs a man's

him away, "Didn't you say the people from the bridal design company were coming?

to the reception room. I'll carry you," Luther directly lifted Joyce and

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

room. This mansion featured a special reception room, connected to the house while also accessible

middle, accompanied by a marble coffee table with exquisite British tableware holding a variety

then approached the sofa. Luther elegantly sat down, crossing his long legs. His cold, starry black

bounds. Their admiration for Joyce was evident as they respectfully spoke,