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."

"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 I do? You're just

seized her by the neck and

opportunity to fight back. 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

was out of line - ignoring the occasion, disregarding time, and being shameless at home. After Cecelia left, there were no elders at

let go of Joyce that she

Luther said, "I only do this in the presence of others.

with anger and couldn't even curse

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

back against the couch, fearful of any further

The more you act like

say the people from

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

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

reception room. This mansion featured a special reception room, connected to the house while also accessible from outside, making it relatively private and independent for visitors. Luther opened the security

of leather sofas worth millions was placed in the middle, accompanied by a marble coffee table with exquisite British tableware

long legs. His cold, starry black eyes seemed to emit a gravitational pull akin to a massive magnet in the Milky Way, adorned by a strikingly angular and handsome face, accentuated

more glances but dared not overstep their bounds. Their admiration for Joyce was