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."

games, don't think I don't know what you're up to. This is the living room! Please

he abruptly seized her by the neck and pulled her

eye, she caught sight of Mrs. Hurley

line - ignoring the occasion, disregarding time, and being shameless at home. After Cecelia left, there were no elders at home, this meant he intended to go

wasn't until Luther voluntarily let go of Joyce that she gained

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

was speechless with anger

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

the couch, fearful

you are," Luther chuckled, "Don't you know? The more you act like this, the more it stirs a

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

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

for others to see," Joyce scolded, lightly tapping him, but not wanting to use

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

sofas worth millions was placed in the middle, accompanied by a marble coffee table with exquisite British tableware holding a variety of tea snacks. The aroma of black tea lingered lightly, already

company's representatives. Two meticulously dressed staff members bowed respectfully to Luther and then approached the sofa. Luther elegantly sat down, crossing his long legs. His cold, starry black eyes seemed to emit a gravitational pull akin to

but dared not overstep their bounds. Their admiration for Joyce was evident as they respectfully