You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Evil thoughts were flying around in her head.

If she pretended that she saved such a man like him and had sex with him, she might be able to fly up the ladder from now on! Anyway, she had lost her virginity long ago. She had a boyfriend herself and had even slept with her tutors from school.

How could she miss such a great opportunity? Oh, Joyce, although the two of them grew up together in an orphanage…

But inside her heart, she hates Joyce extremely, because Joyce is always the most dazzling one around them. She was just everywhere to steal her limelight, and even the dean also liked Joyce the most.

Joyce left the orphanage for shooting training a few years later and no one competed with her anymore.
And she climbed into her college mentor’s bed and made it to Khebury’s best, Cunard University.

But to her surprise, Joyce gave up the shooting competition and enrolled in Cunard University. And because of her excellent grades and good looks, she became quite famous in the school.

Damn! Joyce was able to skip a grade to get into Cunard near the end of her sophomore year, and she felt just so jealous.

It was as if she could never get rid of Joyce, always living under her glory.
She could not bear it any longer.

Joyce would never have imagined that such an excellent opportunity to get into the upper society would be taken away by her.

Immediately, she ran to the riverside to soak herself all over and bandage the wound on his leg.

And again, her clothes were all deliberately wrinkled and torn in some places. Finally, she bit her own lips.

She pinched herself hard on her legs and her eyes were suddenly filled with tears.
After making all the preparations and disguises.
She called for an ambulance and then stood by his side until he woke up.

him to his senses.

seamless. After waiting for

sky, and the dazzling flashing

was dizzy. He no longer felt hot, but relaxed instead. He struggled to

ambulance and the car is

scene just now came

feeling was good and sweet so he could not bear to end what he did. And now he did not

his handsome eyes, and by the dazzling lights of the ambulance,

front

almond watery eyes. She was soaked all over her long black hair, with

clothes were disheveled, her eyes were red and swollen, and she

Luther barely

I dragged you up. You hurt your

“Just now I…”

eyes, and her

this, there was no doubt about what had happened. Luther’s heart sank with

beneath him, like a small wildcat, refused to give in and kept resisting, causing him

of him, obviously soft and

him to think it straight and to get it right. “What’s your name? How old are you?” “Charlotte Meyer. Twenty-two, Marketing school of Cunard