You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1684: SThings Don't Need to Be Asked

After Joyce got up, she had a few bites of breakfast and then sat in the living room to check her emails. Kane had recently moved

MufronQR's headquarters to the country, so there were quite a few things she needed to follow up on.

Once she finished writing the emails and sent them out, she looked up and saw Luther coming out of the bathroom.

She immediately felt something strange. Luther had chin the morning and slept next to her. She could clearly sense that

he had taken a shower, as there was a faint scent of bath oil on his body.

After getting up, she saw Luther go to take a shower again before having breakfast.

And now he was coming out of the bathroom again, his hair clearly still damp.

It meant that he had taken a third shower.

That was just too strange.

She couldn't help but ask, "Why are you taking so many showers?"

Luther's body stiffened. Athena's repeated touches yesterday had pushed him to the edge. His severe germophobia had

resurfaced. Just the thought of it made him feel uncomfortable and eager to take a shower.

He cup with an excuse, "My arms and back were a bit sore, so | rinsed them with hot water a few more times."

Joyce didn't ask any further. "Is it because you're too busy? Take care of yourself. If you can't finish everything, you can spread it

out over a few days."

"Mm," Luther nodded as he put on his suit.

Joyce stood up and walked over to help him with his tie.

"You're not having lunch and leaving now?" she asked.

Luther leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Mm, there are still sthings | need to take care of."

Joyce suddenly asked, "Any progress on Iris' situation?"

Luther's grip on her arm tightened for a moment, and after a brief pause, he said, "I checked all the records of Mufron's hospitals,

and there's no trace of Iris. If Iris is still in a comatose state, she would definitely need a lot of medical resources. | suspect she has

woken up. | have that feeling."

Hope surged in Joyce's eyes as she covered her mouth. "Really?"

She was a bit excited. "Otherwise, should | go and find Christian...?"

But she stopped in mid-sentence. After all, there was sconflict between Christian and Luther. She didn't know the reason, but

it wouldn't be appropriate for her to contact Christian proactively.

She glanced at Luther's expression. Seeing that he seemed calm, she shrugged. "It's been a long tsince I've contacted him."

"There's nothing betweenand him," she added, afraid that Luther would misunderstand.

Luther smiled. "I know. You don't have to explain. If there's anything between you and him, even if he saved you, | would really kill

him."

Joyce's delicate face twitched. It seemed that Luther's animosity towards Christian was still strong.

"What deep grudge is there between you two?" Joyce finally voiced her curiosity. At this point, did they still need to keep secrets

between them? She really wanted to know the reason.

"When we were young, we used to be good friends, but we fell out because of sthings. I'll tell you later when | cback. |

have a meeting and I'll be late," Luther said, glancing at his wrist. "I need to go."

He bent down and kissed her cheek. "I'm leaving. I'll be back before 8 PM. Not like last night."

Before leaving, he said one more thing, explaining his all-night absence.

Joyce nodded and watched him leave.

There was still a lingering sense of doubt in her heart.

She walked into the bathroom and took out the clothes she needed to wash, as usual.

In the laundry basket, there was a shirt he had changed out of. She picked it up.

This time, she smelled the scent of perfume, different from last time. This time, the scent was much stronger. She was certain it

wasn't her imagination, nor was it something that had rubbed off from the surroundings.

It was undeniably the scent of perfume.

She furrowed her brow and instinctively examined both sides of the shirt.

Eventually, on the sleeve, she found a faint trace of lipstick, a pink lipstick mark, just a hint of it, as if someone's lips had brushed

against it.

She stared at the shirt, standing still in the bathroom, lost in thought.

Perfume, lipstick.

He had been in contact with another woman.

A woman's intuition was usually accurate, and she was sure that he was hiding something from her. Who was he with, staying out

late for consecutive nights? If it was just work-related matters, why didn't he tell her?

What was the secret he wanted tohide from her?

What did his early morning returns and morning intimacy mean?

She lifted her head and glanced at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her once rosy complexion now seemed pale.

She turned on the tap and washed away the lipstick mark on his shirt until there was no trace left. At least, except for her, she

couldn't let anyone else find out.

She walked out of the bathroom and handed the clothes to Ivy for washing.

Darrin entered the living room at this moment.

Seeing Joyce's gloomy expression, he didn't know what she was thinking.

He approached and asked, "Commander, Mr. Warner seems to be coming back late these days."

He was a light sleeper, and he would wake up to any movement outside. So whenever Luther returned by car, he knew.

"He cback at five in the morning today. You should know, right?" he asked tentatively.

Joyce nodded. "Yes, | know."

"Has Mr. Warner mentioned anything about what he's been up to? Do you need my help?" Darrin asked again, observing Joyce's

expression. "Do you wantto keep an eye on his whereabouts? That's my specialty. Don't worry, | guarantee he won't find out."

Joyce looked up at Darrin and smiled lightly. "You're thinking too much. There's nothing to suspect. | trust him. Sthings don't

need to be asked; he'll tellwhen the tcomes."

She knew that, for Darrin, she was the real master. She was the only one he needed to obey.

"Oh," Darrin replied, understanding her intention.

"If you have the free time, why don't you keep an eye on what Reuben and the others are up to? Their visit to Pascaylia is probably

not just for a family reunion," Joyce said.

"Yes, I'm also suspicious of their intentions. It might be related to the warlords," Darrin said, his expression serious.

"That woman named Grizela, her temperament and martial arts skills are extraordinary. She doesn't seem like an ordinary

bodyguard. It's very likely that she's connected to the military or political organizations. Keep an eye on her," Joyce instructed.

"Yes," Darrin agreed.

Grizela, yes, her ninjutsu and judo skills were top-notch. Her demeanor seemed to cfrom rigorous training, while also paying

great attention to etiquette and appearance. She was definitely not ordinary.

He needed to investigate thoroughly. Who was this Grizela, what was her background, and what was her purpose in serving her

master?

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