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

the neck and pulled her

move from 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

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

wasn't until Luther voluntarily let go of Joyce

"I only do this in the

show? Joyce was speechless with anger and couldn't

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

Joyce leaned back, her back against the couch, fearful of

how scared you are," Luther chuckled, "Don't you know? The more you act like this, the more

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

you," Luther directly lifted Joyce

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

room. This mansion featured a special reception room, connected to the house while

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

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

couldn't help casting a few more glances but dared not overstep their bounds. Their admiration for Joyce was