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

neck and pulled

Now she could only let him kiss her wildly. Out 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 furious, and she struggled a few times, but still

of 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 even

voluntarily let go of Joyce that

this in the presence of others. Just showing

Joyce was speechless with anger and

were an inflated pufferfish. He couldn't help but pinch her cheek and

against the couch, fearful of any further

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

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

carry you," Luther

to see," Joyce scolded, lightly

a special reception room, connected to the house while

were soft carpets, luxurious decorations, and top-notch amenities. A set of leather sofas worth millions was placed in the middle, accompanied by a marble coffee table with exquisite British tableware holding a variety

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

dared not overstep their bounds. Their admiration for Joyce was evident as they respectfully spoke, "Mr. Warner, the bridal gown is ready. Please allow madam to try