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."

up to. This is the living room! Please be mindful of appearances!" Luther laughed. "What can I do? You're

seized her by the neck and

could only let him kiss her wildly. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Mrs. Hurley and Mrs.

line - ignoring the occasion, disregarding time, and being shameless at home.

let go

only do this in the presence of others.

speechless with anger and couldn't

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

against the couch, fearful of any further inappropriate

you know? The more

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

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

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

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

worth millions was placed in the middle, accompanied by a

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 a massive magnet in the Milky Way, adorned

glances but dared not overstep their bounds. Their admiration for Joyce was evident as they respectfully spoke, "Mr. Warner, the