You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Civil Affairs Bureau.
Joyce Knowles got married today.

When she signed her name and was about to write the name of her husband, she looked up at the man beside her.

The man was so handsome that even the Civil Affairs Bureau staff stole glances at him from time to time.
Come on, a woman would just have to be so lucky to get married to such a man, right?

“What’s your name? Sorry, I forgot.” Joyce paused.

Luther Warner’s handsome face darkened. Did this woman really not know his name? Or was she just pretending too well?

Could there even be a woman in Khebury who did not know the name of Luther? He had such a stunning face and such a perfectly proportioned body. He was the dream of every Khebury woman. Of course, he was even the head of R&S Group, a real king in finance, e-commerce, real estate, and entertainment.

He snatched the form from Joyce’s hand, and dropped his name directly. The handwriting apparently showed his bold and domineering personality.

That’s it then, after the stamp.
Joyce packed her things neatly.
Luther was just about to speak.

But he was eventually interrupted by Joyce, “When is the divorce?”

“The doctor said Grandma may not make it through the month.” He retorted in a cold voice.

in an extremely depressed mood. When is the divorce? Shouldn’t he be the one

on the roadside. The old lady was having pneumothorax and serious airway occlusion back then, and her situation is critical. Luckily, she was able to give the old lady pericardiocentesis just

arrived shortly and the old lady was

she know that the old lady was a terminal stage lung cancer patient who insisted that

can’t you just use a fake certificate?” Joyce was still puzzled. They could then save all the

look, “We just can’t. Grandma will send someone to check on it.” “I

comes a time when this fake marriage will end, and I hope that by then you will use your

his great power and almost perfect appearance, shouldn’t

seemed just so anxious to get their marriage over with.

and spat the words

shrugged, “Bye, and don’t forget the promised

a note, with her name and bank card number

sneered. Finally, it was

child, he was brought up by his grandmother, and their relationship was extraordinary. His grandmother suffered from illness in her later years, and he only hoped that she would have no regrets during her

a fake marriage to her at that time

voice was as cold as ice, while she

raised, and she gave a light smile, “If