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."

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

her by the neck and pulled her toward him,

corner of her eye, she caught sight of Mrs. Hurley

home. After Cecelia left, there were no elders at home, this

let go

in the presence of others.

was speechless with anger

she were an inflated pufferfish. He couldn't help

the

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

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

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

for others to see," Joyce scolded, lightly tapping him,

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

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

approached the sofa. Luther elegantly sat down, crossing his long legs. His

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 ready. Please allow