You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Suburban inn.
Dimly lit, rosemary-scented room.

“There’s only one room, sorry to put you to such inconvenience tonight.” Joyce done with the check-in process and walked in the door with him.

The room was not big, and the facilities were ordinary. There was only one bed, making it look like a love hotel. Faraway from the downtown, it was good enough to find a place to stay.

Luther sat on the edge of the bed with a medical kit he brought from his car. He took off his suit and unbuttoned his shirt.

Joyce asked in a low voice , “Are you injured?” She thought he got injuried because he was protecting herself while dodging bullets which grazed his arm. He was injured and still kept racing. It was not easy to do so.

Luther blushed slightly, “It’s okay, I just need a break. It’s too far out of town and it’ll take too long to drive back again. I’ll have Aaron bring someone to pick us up in the morning.”

The blood had dried up and the blood-stained shirt was stuck to his arm, and when he uncovered it, it was the same as reopening the wound. He couldn’t help but grit his teeth.

Joyce rummaged through the medical kit for iodine, hemostatic coagulant, anti-inflammatory powder, and gauze.

I’ll do it.” She dabbed some iodine with a cotton swab and wiped his wound.

open. He held back, with heavy sweat dripping down from his forehead. Gunshots, injuries.

That was how she lost her virginity. But

between Luther and the strange man she saved last time? “You always have a first

she saved last time had a gunshot wound

eyes, “Are you afraid? There are too many people who want me dead.” He opened his eyes, and his gaze took was with chills. “Joyce, you’re such a goodmarks

last time Joyce played darts with Felix and Mathew, she shot all three

who wanted to assassinate him this time must

remembered the day when he got the marriage license,

that Joyce approached him at this exact moment and married him under false pretenses? What kind of power could she have? He had to

wrapping his wound

and it seemed

was a professional killer? Oh, too funny.

of the rich was

tightened the gauze

pain made Luther grunt. Damn,