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."

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

her by the neck and pulled

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

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

voluntarily let go of

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

was speechless with anger and couldn't

felt particularly good, ogling her still-flushed countenance as if she were an inflated

the couch, fearful of any further inappropriate

know? The more you

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

you," Luther directly lifted Joyce and

I have legs. It's not good for others to see," Joyce

the 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

placed in the middle, accompanied by a marble coffee table with exquisite British

company's representatives. Two meticulously dressed staff 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

for Joyce