You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The proximity made Joyce recall the scene in the car where he put his arm around her. She can’t help but feel hot in the face.

“Just because I can shoot doesn’t mean I can fight. Otherwise you would have been taken down long ago.” A woman’s strength was naturally inferior, and with him who was strong enough, she was completely unable to move.

“How long have you been learning to shoot?” He asked.
“Six years.” She wasn’t shy about it.

Luther’s pupils contracted, six years, just six years of emptiness. What the hell had she been doing for those six years? And where did she learn to shoot? And what was her relationship with Justin?

He let go of her, and there was an unreadable complexity in his eyes.

Today, because of her, he was out of danger. He believed for the moment that she was harmless to him.
Luther was a little tired and reclined in bed. Having lost blood, he needed to rest and adjust.

Joyce sat up from the bed, poured herself a glass of water, and asked him, “Do you want some water?”

He closed his eyes and nodded gently.

over a glass of water.

about it. Since they would be divorced tomorrow, she had no choice but help him for

the water flow

give me

“How do you sleep with a broken car glass?” Joyce pretended a unnatural smile. What should she do, sleep in the same bed with him?

you worried about?” He snorted, “I’m tired. Plus, what do you think I’d do to a

she had to

and rinse off briefly. When she came

actually quite good-looking when he was asleep with less coldness. and sharpness on his face. His eyelashes were like a fan

recall the man from that night, but she did not see the face

she can be sure of was that he had an injury on his leg.

She was nervous.

she confirm it while he was asleep?

on tiptoe. Then she bent down on her knees. She would have rolled up his trouser legs, but the cut was too snug to roll up. She cannot