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."

what you're up

neck and pulled her toward him, passionately kissing

him, losing the 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 she struggled a few times, but still couldn't escape Luther's

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

Luther voluntarily let go of Joyce that she gained

do this in the presence of

show? Joyce was speechless with anger and couldn't even curse

still-flushed countenance as if she were an inflated pufferfish. He couldn't help but pinch her cheek and

her back against the couch, fearful of

at how scared you are," Luther chuckled, "Don't you know? The

him away, "Didn't you say the people from

room. I'll carry you," Luther directly

It's not good for others to see," Joyce

to the house while also accessible from outside, making it relatively private and independent

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

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 by a

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