You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 2008: Catching a Turtle in a Pot

As the wedding approached, the household grew increasingly busy. After testing a few nannies, Joyce and Luther found that things around them seemed calmer, almost as if the storm had suddenly subsided, returning to the tranquil depths of the sea. Yet, a sense of unease lingered in the air.

On this day, Luther returned home, only to find no sign of Joyce. Just then, Elsa passed by, and Luther approached her, asking, "Have you seen Joyce?" Elsa responded, "I saw madam on the third-floor terrace." Luther immediately headed to the terrace to find Joyce.

Pushing open the glass door, he saw Joyce lying diagonally on a beach chair, basking in the sun. She seemed to be asleep, with the thin blanket that covered her now lying on the ground. Luther gingerly picked up the blanket and carefully draped it over her.

These days, she must have been tired. Initially, she took turns carrying Wilson or Cullen back to the room every day, spending nights putting the children to sleep. Eventually, she even moved into the nursery, watching over the children day and night. The nannies assumed Joyce was just wanting to be more hands-on with her children after giving birth, showing no signs of concern or unease. Meanwhile, Luther focused more on watching over Anderson and Iris.

After a brief nap, Joyce sensed someone by her side and woke up abruptly. Sitting up suddenly, she looked at the visitor and, upon seeing Luther, let out a sigh of relief. "You're back so early?" she inquired. Sitting beside her, Luther embraced her, "Did I wake you up?" Joyce hugged Luther back, gently shaking her head, "No, I was sunbathing with Wilson and Cullen before. Now that they're back in the nursery, I'm just lying here. If you come back, just wake me up."

Running his fingers through her soft hair, Luther suggested, "If you're tired, rest in my arms and have a little more sleep." Joyce shook her head, "Not tired. By the way, what about Mrs. Powell's situation?"

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Joyce remarked, "In observing her these recent times, I also find it unlikely. A person's character and cognition don't change easily. She doesn't seem like that type of person, but I won't let my guard

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held her again, "They'll be back in half an hour. You should lie down for a bit more. Tomorrow, Anderson and Iris will be taking time off from school. We're all going to South Island for the wedding and full moon banquet, everything has been

you yet. Why did you choose

it's a small island that belongs to me. Years ago, I turned it into a resort. This time, I've cleared the entire island for our wedding. With its unique sea-surrounded location, I can detect any anomalies immediately. All guests must travel to the island on small yachts provided by me, ensuring strict security checks eliminate any suspicious devices. I have complete control over all communication signals on the island, be it low-frequency waves or

Joyce cupped his chin and smiled, "Look at you, Mr. CEO. After being with me, you've become the director of the Intelligence Agency. It seems like you'll

her a look, "Stop teasing me. Is

systems. I'll look into that too. I don't have any other suggestions. Your approach feels like catching a turtle in a pot. Not even a mosquito can fly in or out. Do you think the

want anyone to ruin it. Even if they make a move, I'll make sure they have no way

have a plan, it's easy to expose on South Island. For us,

eyes hinted at a trap, waiting for the other party to take the