You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

“I don’t want to get rid of you, Justin. I have raised enough money for your operation, just don’t give up, everything will be fine, you can definitely stand up.” She slowly squatted down in front of him and looked at him with her sincere eyes.

Almost, his heart was about to feel pleasure, but suddenly his face became even more gloomy, “What then? After I stand up? Your mission is complete? You don’t feel guilty anymore? And you’re finally free?”

“lm not, you’re overthinking it.”

He looked excited and suddenly reached out and dragged her to him, leaning down and then kissing her, “Then you give it to me. I want it now.”

“Justin, don’t you do that.” She dodged his lips.

Enraged, he pushed her violently to the ground and hissed, “Why did you refuse! Why won’t you marry me!”

Joyce was now a total mess and felt pain all over her body. Two years, and she was really too tired.
What has happened could not be changed.

What would happen in the future, who could know?

There was only so much she could do for him, with everything she had.

“Justin, we’re going to check into the hospital tomorrow.”

the wheelchair back into the room by himself, and threw

was playing women, and that he

afraid that she would speak up, and even more afraid that she would say something he never wanted to

was not the love he

live without her anymore. Joyce stood

She

moment, her phone suddenly rang twice. She took out her phone, her bloodstained

first thing that came to her mind was the scene where she got her license with the man, and then his god-like, cool

and Justin needed surgery. She lifted her head and looked at the closed door of the room, her gaze flowing with indefinable emotions. If it was money that she owed, there would eventually be a time when she could pay it

was love that was owed? What would

Headquarters. Aaron Browning

point, the people inside were reporting, “President, investigation shows that the people who attacked you that day, most likely OGW. There were no cameras around at the time, and strangely enough, there was quite a bit of sprayed blood on the ground, like they were injured by some kind of sharp object before they fled.”

that day he was in great danger and leaped into the river, but why did they give up? Were they actually injured by

that drove

path, we traced it to an underground clinic. But it was already empty. The only clue is the doctor who treated them

find this doctor,” Luther commanded. Knowing what injuries