You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

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The person with the most recent calls was none other than Luther.

She recalled that day, the two of them kissed in the snow. What a beautiful and warm scene. She hated it so much that she

pinched the back of her hand with her nails so deeply and she sucked in a cold breath of pain, and could barely hold it back.

She dialed Luther's number and soon the call was answered.

"Baby, miss me? Where are you? Are you hyet? I'll be back soon. Wait for me."

At the other end of the phone cLuther's low sexy voice and intoxicating intimate words.

Charlotte's eyes were on fire, and the words burst out almost from between her teeth.

"Luther, | have Joyce. Club Pascaylia. Cnow and collect her body!"

At that, she did not give Luther any chance to speak.

Charlotte slammed Joyce's phone into the concrete, smashing it to pieces. Still, she felt she did not have enough. She went up to

the phone and stomped on it, hard, and hysterically, until it was crushed.

The floor in the rotten building was covered with dust.

At the moment, because of her constant trampling, the dust was flying in the sky.

The fine powder burrowed straight into Charlotte's nostrils, invaded her throat and finally her lungs.

Charlotte coughed up repeatedly.

She was already weak and she had never had any formal treatment. At the moment she was irritated by the dust, and her

coughing seemed never to stop.

The pale echoes were constantly shuttling back and forth, which made the building more horrible.

All the blood rushed up to her face, she had almost coughed her guts out, and seemed about to die.

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At this moment, she felt like she was really dying and would never get better.

Damn, damn, damn it!

Luther was surprisingly tender and affectionate to Joyce, a tenderness she had been looking forward to all her life.

She didn't enjoy it once.

She was mad with jealousy.

More than anything else, she hated Joyce and she hated Luther.

It was all them that brought her to this miserable state.

She would not survive, but neither would they.

"Miss Charlotte, are you okay?"

Tommy saw Charlotte coughing for a long tand never stopped, and he asked worriedly.

Miss Charlotte's condition was getting worse. If it was left untreated, even pneumonia could kill her.

But now they could not reveal their whereabouts, they could not go to the hospital, and they did not have enough money. He was

worried about the future.

Her coughing went on and on.

Charlotte finally stopped coughing. She held on to the broken wall, covering her heart with one hand and gasping for air.

She raised her head, pointed at Joyce, bared her teeth, and said to Tommy, "It's her, the vixen. It was she who seduced Otis, who

was so enchanted by her that he had to marry her."

Joyce snorted disdainfully.

She faintly smiled, "It surpriseshow evil people always imagine themselves as victims. Obviously, you are only to blame. You

deserve it!"

"You!"

Joyce's words completely angered Charlotte.

Charlotte was furious, and she glared at Tommy, "What are you doing? Just shoot her! Shoot her!"

"Con!"

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