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."

up to. This is the living room!

her by the neck and pulled her

let him kiss her wildly. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Mrs. Hurley

- ignoring the occasion, disregarding time, and being shameless at home. After Cecelia left,

until Luther voluntarily let go of Joyce

do this in the presence of

was speechless with anger

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

against the couch, fearful of any further inappropriate

know? The more

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

Luther directly lifted Joyce and

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

connected to the house while also accessible from outside, making it relatively private and independent for

set of leather sofas worth millions was placed in the middle,

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,

overstep their bounds. Their admiration for Joyce was evident as they respectfully spoke, "Mr. Warner, the bridal gown is ready.