You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 2016 What to do if you can't stand it?

Not long after Karl left, Joyce and Luther sat for a moment, during which Luther made a few phone calls.

Standing up, he walked to the nearby balcony and gave some instructions.

Upon returning to the couch, Luther noticed a hint of melancholy on Joyce's face. He sat beside her, wrapping her in his arms and asked, "I've noticed you've been uneasy these days. Are you still worried?" "No. It's just that I'm nervous about the wedding," Joyce confessed.

"Nervous?" Luther didn't understand. "Worried something will go wrong?"

"No, just nervous about the wedding, too many people are coming. I don't like crowds and having to entertain everyone. It's all too much," Joyce sighed, "That's why I didn't want a ceremony. Maybe I have a bit of social anxiety."

Luther was surprised. He never thought the fearless Joyce would be afraid of crowds and have social anxiety. She always preferred to be alone. Her only close friend used to be Juanita, and later Vicki, with no other close female friends.

"Just this once, and never again," Joyce grumbled, still unhappy about the wedding.

Luther's face darkened, "Of course, only once. Who else would you have a wedding with?"

Joyce looked at him and pushed him playfully, "What are you talking about? Stop being ridiculous."

Luther almost got pushed off the couch. This woman had become quite strong.

Seeing her exert so much force, Joyce quickly grabbed his arm to pull him back.

In the back and forth, Luther lost his balance and accidentally ended up pinning Joyce on the couch.

The position was suggestive.

Luther couldn't bear to let go. They had been too busy these days, and to prevent any mishaps, they had

this, he

in, he kissed

might come back

he could finish,

only emit a muffled sound, unable to

shoulders to maintain a hint of reason, she let herself go. But he held back.

"Ahem."

uncomfortable cough interrupted the

straightened his suit and tie, trying to

you're here,"

but Felix entered first. He had no idea he would walk in on such an intimate scene and hesitated between leaving and interrupting

external stimuli to affect them. Joyce felt the pressure ease and quickly sat up. Compared to Luther's bold and nonchalant attitude, she appeared more

so red they could have dripped blood, and she was sweating. Her hair was

buttons were still done

Luther, discreetly smoothing her hair. She was too embarrassed to make eye

not continue? I don't mind. Let me see how

cover

was even redder, and she pinched Luther,

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Joyce's chin, turned her towards him, and

was wide-eyed, shaking her head

with a little affection

"Vicki