You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce dragged her trolley case, panting as she climbed the hill, looking down at her phone’s location every now and then.

No. 1 Sophora Street.

She didn’t realize that Luther’s house was halfway up the hill, and most importantly, there was no bus that could take her there!

Rich people really do like to live in the mountains.
She was literally walking on two broken legs.
She should have let his driver pick it up.

After quite some hard work, she climbed halfway up the mountain, and finally, she saw the mansion gate, which was surprisingly at the end of the road. Did he just own all the rest of the mountain?

When the big iron door slowly opened, Joyce was dumbfounded.
Inside, boulevards, neat lawns, shaped flowers, and fountain sculptures stretch on and on.

Very far away! An imposing golden European-style building stood on the hillside, shining dazzlingly in the setting sunlight.

Infinity, that’s about it.

Joyce was almost crawling when she finally reached the door of the main house.

panting against the Roman columns in front

gesture, “Young lady, please come inside.” Although Mr. Arnold tried to hide it very well, Joyce could still feel the contempt and disdain in his eyes. She knew she looked

followed Mr. Arnold into the living

even more beyond her imagination – crystal chandeliers more than ten meters high, and walls

a noblewoman, with a fashionable pearl

was wearing white sneakers, an apparently

Arnold, where did the beggar come from, and you just led her to the house? As they speak, another person ran down the stairs and was surprised to see Joyce.

How is it? You are the wife of my

let this kind of person be my sister-in-law? I don’t want it! I

They both lived in the

also surprised. Shelly was in her college class, and she

did she know that Shelly

hated Joyce the most, and when Joyce was nearing the end of her sophomore year, she skipped a year to get into their department.

Joyce was again trusted by Professor Owens to enter

couldn’t even get in