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."

is normal," Joyce firmly restrained his wrist, "Don't play games, don't think I don't know what you're up to. This is the living room! Please be mindful

seized her by the neck and pulled her toward him, passionately kissing

of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Mrs. Hurley and Mrs. Brown passing by, and quickly turned

was out 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 she gained

"I only do this in the presence of others. Just

with anger and couldn't even curse

countenance as if she were an inflated pufferfish.

back, her back against the couch, fearful

Luther chuckled, "Don't you know? The more you act

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

you," Luther directly lifted

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

connected to the house while also accessible from outside, making it relatively private and independent for visitors. Luther opened the security

reception room, there 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 of tea snacks. The aroma of black tea lingered lightly,

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

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