You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 2089: How Can a Sharpshooter's Hand Be Injured?

Clint lay heavily on Joyce, both of them completely relaxed. Joyce used her last bit of strength to push him off. "Don't press on me, I can hardly breathe."

Clint was already injured and now lay on the ground, unwilling to move. Joyce glanced at him; his arms and hands were covered with various degrees of scrapes from flying debris. Though he lay on his back, she could imagine his back was in no better condition. In contrast, she was unharmed.

Joyce frowned. "Why did you shield me? Don't think I'll be grateful for this."

Clint, pale and weak, managed a faint smile. "How can a sharpshooter's hand be injured?"

Joyce was stunned. She hadn't considered that protecting her hands might have been his intention.

There was no time to think further. A Black Hawk helicopter hovered overhead. The door opened and two people descended on ropes.

Joyce immediately saw Luther, dressed in black, the first to leap down from the rope. Though they had been apart only a few hours since last night, it felt like an eternity filled with life-and-death moments. Without thinking, she ran to him and threw herself into his arms before he could even steady himself.

She held him tightly, unwilling to let go. Luther almost lost his balance but managed to stand firm after taking a step back. He quickly removed the rope from his body and held her securely. Her warmth reassured him, calming his restless heart.

No words were needed; their silence spoke volumes.

After a moment, Luther pulled back slightly to look her over anxiously. "Are you hurt anywhere? Are you okay?"

and bloodstains visible,

her head. "No, I'm

of relief. "I'm sorry I was late. Thank goodness

knew you'd come for me, so I kept

with joy, excitement, lingering fear, and relief. Overwhelmed by emotion, she stood on tiptoe and kissed his chin, feeling the rough stubble prickling

you,"

back any longer and kissed her deeply under the morning light and gentle breeze, ignoring everyone else

cold; his were burning hot as he transferred warmth to her

up a fierce wind that sent grass clippings swirling around them. They were oblivious to

scene was breathtakingly

nearly exhausted. When he finally steadied himself, he saw the intimate scene before

turned cold with barely concealed pain. They knew he was there but didn't care about showing their affection openly in

was surprised that Luther had arrived in Rohomes without his knowledge; clearly, Luther had been in contact with Joyce all

want his jacket; now she

from the rotor wind, nearly collapsing from physical pain that paled compared to his emotional

He could barely stand.

yet she wouldn't

descending from the helicopter was

about to fall, Watanabe rushed forward to support him. "Your Highness, I apologize for being

but kept his eyes fixed on Joyce and Luther, clenching his