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."

you're up to. This is the living

that, he abruptly seized her by the neck and pulled her toward him,

her eye, she caught sight of Mrs. Hurley and

and being shameless at home. After Cecelia left, there

Luther voluntarily let go

only do this in the presence of others.

was speechless with

if she were an

leaned back, her back against the couch, fearful

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

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

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

to see,"

to 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 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

the bridal design 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

members couldn't help casting a few more glances but dared not overstep their bounds. Their admiration for Joyce was evident as they respectfully spoke, "Mr.