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.

the matter was far from over, there was no news at all, making him uneasy. Grayson came and went without a trace, leaving behind

his arms, suddenly moved. Luther stiffened, afraid to disturb her peaceful sleep. It wasn't

than flattering, with her long legs hanging unabashedly around his waist in an ambiguous

felt like a test. He

sweet, plump lips. The taste was so sweet that he couldn't stop kissing her,

his side, he looked at Joyce's serene sleeping face and shook his head in self- mockery. This tantalizing little devil was able to have her in his

her, feeling the warmth between them, and gradually drifted

room. The sound was urgent, one after another. Luther abruptly opened his eyes, and Joyce sat up too. They were both awakened by the phone's

room, casting a dim light across the room. The phone screen flashed with incoming calls not far from the bedside. Luther and

Joyce reached out to pick up her phone, "My phone is on silent mode. Unless it's

she held the phone. Her hand was even

"It's Darrin."

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

news to report for calling in the middle of the

whispering,

a secret surveillance mission in 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 mentioned you and Mr. Warner in their