You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 2001: Midnight Call

Luther bent down and lifted Joyce upright, "Let me take you to the room."

He felt fortunate that she did not ask him to sleep in another room, as he could not bear to be away from her all day.

As he reached the bedside, he gently laid her down and reached out to help her remove her nightgown. She still had a camisole on underneath, which was just right for sleeping. Joyce did not stop him and allowed him to undress her with tenderness before she slipped under the covers.

Luther loosened the drawstring around his waist, took a step onto the bed, lifted the covers, and lay down beside her. Instantly, the entire bed warmed up. Joyce nestled into his embrace, closed her eyes, but not before giving him a warning.

"Tonight, you must absolutely not touch me. It's been too frequent, and I can't take it. Otherwise, don't think about coming into the room tomorrow night."

"Don't worry," Luther held her close, "I promise."

Of course, he would restrain himself. After all, her body had just recovered, and the loss of control in the afternoon was merely an accident. He was not an animal. What could be more important than holding his wife while sleeping at night?

Joyce found a comfortable position in his arms and quickly fell asleep. Luther was not very tired, but having Joyce in his arms made him feel at ease. The recent days had been calm and comfortable, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that something was not quite real. There was an underlying worry that it was all a facade, deliberately created by someone, or a brief moment of peace given by others. He didn't know why, but he always had this feeling - a hunter giving its prey a moment to catch its breath.

uneasy. Grayson came and went without a trace, leaving behind no information. He appeared out of nowhere and disappeared just

wasn't until she settled down again that he reached out to touch

her long legs hanging unabashedly around

him, it felt like a test. He chuckled softly, sighed, and

him for lacking self-control. He was no saint. He couldn't help but kiss her sweet, plump lips. The taste was so sweet that he couldn't stop kissing her, moving down to her neck, pulling her closer to him. He was beginning to lose control, but managed to

closed his eyes, and tried to clear his mind of distractions. But his body still burned with heat. Turning to his side, he looked at Joyce's serene sleeping face and shook his head in self- mockery. This tantalizing little devil was

her, feeling the warmth between them, and gradually drifted

was urgent, one after another. Luther abruptly opened his eyes, and Joyce sat up

phone screen flashed with incoming calls

to pick up her phone, "My phone is on

held the phone. Her hand was even trembling slightly, a feeling of palpitations she hadn't

"It's Darrin."

also tensed, as if the string he had been holding had finally been

have important news to report for calling in the middle of the night.

whispering,

the Rohomes royal family tonight. I don't know who the two men in black are, but based on their clothing and behavior, they hold a significant position within the royal family. They