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."

know what you're up to. This is the living room! Please be mindful of appearances!"

seized her by the neck and pulled her toward

of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Mrs. Hurley and Mrs.

man 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

Luther voluntarily let go of Joyce that she gained

the presence of others. Just showing you,

was speechless with anger and couldn't even

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

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

The more you act like this, the more

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

go, to the reception room. I'll carry you," Luther directly lifted Joyce and headed toward the

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

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

middle, accompanied by a marble coffee table with exquisite British tableware holding a variety of tea

the arrival of 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,

Joyce was evident as they respectfully spoke, "Mr. Warner, the bridal gown is ready. Please allow