You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

At that moment, some more curious people gathered around. The more they gathered, the more people wanted to know their relationship.

Joyce said it slowly and clearly, word by word.
“!’m, Luther, Grandma’s …… “ she deliberately paused again, making a cliffhanger, “nurse!”

When Luther saw Joyce surrounded by people, he approached her with a frown and tried to take her away.

He didn’t expect to hear Joyce’s shocking words when he first came over.
Grandma’s nurse!

“puff He was holding back to not to laugh but failed. The champagne in his hand shook, spilling some on the back of his hand.

Grandma’s nanny. That was what Joyce thought.

Martha could never have dreamed of such a response.

It was clear that Joyce has lowered herself to a low profile, but she felt like a defeated peacock.
Did the nanny wear clothes that money can’t buy?

way. Obviously, she wanted to sarcastically insult the woman in front of her,

profile that was

has never show the outburst before. Because of her, his

and said in a delicate voice, “Luther, let me help you.” She took out a handkerchief and got close to

Luther would have liked to avoid. Joyce, however, pushed Luther at her convenience. Coincidentally, the entire glass of champagne in Luther’s hand was poured on Martha’s

the stream, all the way to the bottom of

her smile froze. She was embarrassed at

collected face. Martha couldn’t say a word.

wine on her. she couldn’t even

the dressing room. Damn it. Her image was all ruined by that woman! Now, at last, the banquet was quite a little bit. Joyce smiled at Luther and

dumbfounded and incredulous that she thought he should thank her for helping him get rid of the

his hands, giving Joyce a sidelong glance. She looked refreshed. This woman was really tactful. How could she use him to kill

in a much more relaxed mood as she took one galss of the champagne,

warning, reaching out to