You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 2053: The Rival Arrives Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The driver steadily drove the car to Clint's house, an ancient villa with a history of several hundred years. Towering trees surrounded the villa, and in the flowerbed in front of the door stood two five-needle black pines, each worth millions. The car stopped at the spacious entrance, which could accommodate five or six vehicles. The place was heavily guarded, with armed guards stationed every five meters. Joyce glanced around; the tight security didn't concern her. Even without guards, she couldn't escape. She was tied to Clint, sharing life and death with him. After parking, someone came to open the door. Clint got out first and then personally opened the door for Joyce on her side. His gentlemanly behavior starkly contrasted with his previous perverse actions.

Joyce straightened her slightly wrinkled clothes. She had no choice but to comply now. She got out of the car and followed Clint into the villa. It was an old building with diamond-patterned glass windows, exuding a sense of history. Inside, it was more spacious than she had imagined, divided into many areas. The living room was large, with a ceiling height equivalent to four floors. A massive crystal chandelier hung from the top, with each crystal shining brilliantly in the sunlight.

All the furniture was made of imported solid wood, featuring genuine leather sofas that were high-end and elegant. The decor was entirely modernized, completely different from East Palace, without a trace of Rohomes' atmosphere.

Joyce glanced at Clint, realizing he lived in such an environment and hadn't disconnected from society. No wonder she hadn't noticed at first; he had deceived her well.

"You live here?" Joyce asked for confirmation.

Clint nodded. "You'll live here too."

Joyce chuckled. "Where is my room?"

"You'll naturally sleep in the same room as me; the main house is on the third floor," Clint replied without hesitation. He leaned closer to her, his tone suggestive. "Don't forget, if we are intimate once every seven days, we won't need the antidote."

"Clint, don't push it," Joyce snapped angrily. "I'm a married woman! I'm from a family of warlords; don't take advantage of me too much. Even if you have my life in your hands, at least treat me with the courtesy due to a guest."

"Haha, just kidding. Did you take it seriously?" Clint waved his hand, signaling the butler to come forward. He instructed, "Is the room I asked you to prepare ready?"

"Your Highness, the bedroom on the third floor has been prepared for Madam. Should I

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with him around? She pondered

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Highness, I have urgent matters; could she step

"I'll go for a walk in the

interest in their conversation and left the living room

the black pines, she gazed up at its beautiful

the outside world; she could get hold of a phone or computer or even

what? What would happen after she got out? A wave of sadness washed over her as she wondered how she

held her forehead in frustration when a sharp female voice called out

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