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."

about this 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 be mindful of appearances!" Luther laughed. "What

by the neck and pulled her toward

wildly. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Mrs. Hurley and Mrs. Brown passing by, and quickly turned her

out of line - ignoring the occasion, disregarding time, and being shameless at home. After Cecelia left, there were no elders at home, this

let go of Joyce that she

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

with anger and

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

back against the couch, fearful

you are," Luther chuckled, "Don't you know? The

the people from the bridal design

to the reception room. I'll carry you," Luther

me down, I have legs. It's not good for others to see," Joyce

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

in the middle, accompanied by a marble coffee table with exquisite British tableware holding a variety of tea snacks. The aroma of black

legs. His cold, starry black eyes seemed to emit a gravitational pull akin to a

admiration for Joyce was evident as they respectfully spoke,