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."

think I don't know what you're up to. This is the living room! Please be mindful of appearances!"

that, he abruptly seized her by the neck and pulled her

of the corner 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

the occasion, disregarding time, and being shameless at home. After

until Luther voluntarily let go of Joyce that

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

show? Joyce was speechless with anger and

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

her back against the couch, fearful

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

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

I'll carry you," Luther directly

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

house while also accessible from outside, making it relatively private and independent for visitors.

set of leather sofas worth millions was placed in the middle, accompanied by a

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 a massive magnet in the Milky Way, adorned by

help casting a few more glances but dared not overstep their bounds. Their admiration for Joyce was evident as they respectfully spoke, "Mr. Warner, the bridal gown is