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 mindful of appearances!" Luther laughed. "What

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

Mrs. Hurley and Mrs. Brown passing by, and quickly

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

let go of Joyce that she

"I only do this in the presence of others.

Joyce was speechless with anger and couldn't even

countenance as if she were an inflated pufferfish. He couldn't help but pinch her cheek and peck it

her back against the couch, fearful of any

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

say the people from the bridal design company

carry you," Luther directly lifted Joyce and headed toward

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

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

soft carpets, luxurious decorations, and top-notch amenities. A set of leather sofas worth millions was placed in the middle,

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 massive magnet in the

for Joyce was evident