You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

“Heh.” Joyce was speechless at the ridiculous.

And it was none of her business.

She would have sit in a cafe for a while and have a cup of coffee, but now that was not possible.
Joyce turned around to leave, but Christian stopped her again.

“Every time I see you, you’re preoccupied. Is Luther treating you badly?” Christian asked curiously.

Joyce thought it was pointless to keep wasting time on it and simply answered him, “I have nothing to do with him. You misunderstood.”

“Misunderstanding?” Christian snorted and shook his head. “There’s no way he’d bring unrelated women to a party.”

“You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you, so why ask more questions?” Joyce was tempted to shake off his hand, but he clutched it tightly, “Why don’t you just go ask Luther?”

Intuition told her that the man in front of her was not an ordinary person, perhaps he was involved in the gangster. Perhaps he was Luther’s enemy.

In short, she needed to stay away.

“Your name is Joyce, isn’t it?” He teased at her slightly.

a moment. It seemed he

with force and instantly pulled her in front of him. Too close, she could clearly feel his breath.

good. I love it.”

What are you trying to do

you

head to give her a

thought it was annoyed that she had been molested in

me? I can give you

off his hand, finally breaking away from him and taking a few steps

turned and ran for the door.

and she cannot

at her back, “the Ballard family group, Christian. Woman, you will need me one

Joyce ignored it.

cafe door, she glanced back at

legs folded and placed, sipping coffee

bad behavior just now, she suddenly felt the fire inside

a boomerang dart in her

out like a sword and returned to her