You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

A look of concern flashed in Cecelia's eyes, "Oh, | never expected the warlord's lab to leave such a big hidden danger. If | had

known... it's all my fault... I shouldn't have supported their so-called research, only to be exploited by malicious individuals."

Joyce gently covered Cecelia's hand, "How could it be your fault, Mom? Don't dwell on it. There's still time. We will fight for it. By

the way, | have an appointment with the doctor for prenatal check-ups. We'll leave after lunch."

Cecelia stood up, "I'll go with you."

"No need. After the hospital, | have to stop by the company, and by the t| get home, it'll be late. Mom, stay hand wait for

Anderson and Alisha." Joyce spoke softly, "I'll be fine alone."

After sthought, Cecelia agreed, "Alright. You take care, and if the doctor says anything, make sure to informpromptly."

"Sure. Rest assured, they are healthy in my belly. | can feel them moving around every day." Joyce said, her lips filled with

tenderness, reaching out to gently caress her prominent belly.

Cecelia nodded. After finishing the meal, Joyce tidied up a bit, found her prenatal check-up booklet, and tucked it into her bag.

Then she headed out and downstairs.

Upon reaching the first floor, she unexpectedly found Munin standing in the lobby. Spotting Joyce, Munin turned around, his face

still pale, and he smiled, "Where are you going? Heading out?"

Joyce nodded.

Clint noticed the bag Joyce was carrying, one of which seemed hospital-issued, bearing a simple pregnant woman symbol. He

pondered for a moment and asked, "Are you going to the hospital? For prenatal check-ups?"

Joyce looked down at the bag in her hand, "You observe quite closely. Yes, I'm about to leave."

"Alone?"

Clint glanced around but didn't see anyone accompanying Joyce.

Joyce nodded, "Of course, it's just a small matter, no need to trouble others."

Clint shrugged, "I'll accompany you. I'm bored anyway and need to get out of the house."

Joyce was speechless, "You're a man. What do you want to do at the obstetrics and gynecology department? And can you handle

the food and accommodation here?"

In his mind, Clint sneered, having been brought up as the crown prince and having everything at his disposal. How could he

possibly handle the food and accommodation here? But it was bearable and slightly comfortable. He was only enduring these

hardships to get close to her.

"Sure, you've providedwith such good conditions. I'm so grateful." Clint took the initiative to grab Joyce's bag and said, "l won't

accompany you to the obstetrics and gynecology department. I'll be your driver. It's not convenient for you to drive with the big

belly, and | see you don't like having a driver. I'll drive, and I'll wait for you at the hospital entrance."

"No need." Joyce immediately declined, "lI don't need it. Besides, who's trying to kill you? The police haven't reached a conclusion

yet. Going out in the open will only put you in danger."

However, Clint turned a deaf ear, "Staying hall the twill suffocate me, and | don't care about the danger. Plus, you'll

protect me. I've heard that you're the top marksman. No one dares to challenge you after you."

After speaking, he directly took Joyce's things to the car without waiting for her consent and then sat in the driver's seat.

Joyce helplessly stood by the car, tapping on the window, "Get down quickly. You're a citizen of W country and don't even have a

driver's license here. What car are you driving?"

Clint, shamelessly, said, "Right, | don't have a driver's license. But who dares to check your car? Con, | owe you so much, and |

have nothing to repay you with. | don't have a job, no income. Can't | drive for you?"

Joyce, "..."

Munin kept bringing up work, it looked like she had to find him something to do. Otherwise, he would keep pestering her. It was

quite a headache.

"Get in." Clint urged.

Left with no choice, Joyce got in the car.

Clint, with a smug smile, knew Joyce couldn't resist being worn down. He had caught onto this trait of hers.

Once inside the car, he asked, "Which hospital are we going to?"

Joyce gave him a sideways glance, "Do you know the way?"

Clint responded with a smile, "lI don't, but | have navigation."

He shook his phone, "I've figured out the software here. It's no big deal. Input the address, and we'll leave now."

Handing the phone over to Joyce, she reluctantly entered the address of the military-controlled hospital where she had her

appointment.

After inputting, the navigation started, and Clint stepped on the gas, following the navigation's instructions as they sped off.

As they drove, Joyce noticed a detail. Squinting, she suddenly asked, "Munin, why do | feel like you're not used to driving?"

She had observed him make several steering adjustments, especially when using the turn signal, he accidentally turned on the

wipers a few times.

"You must have been used to driving right-hand drive cars, while we use left-hand drive cars here." Joyce pointed out.

She thought for a moment, "Strange, | remember W country also uses left-hand drive, right?"

Clint's heart skipped a beat, a chill running down his spine. Joyce was absolutely correct; he was used to right-hand drive cars.

Because Rohomes had right-hand drive, while here it was left-hand drive. At the start, he was indeed a bit uneasy. She was so

sharp, nearly revealing his true self. Impressive! It seemed he had to be more careful in dealing with her.

Quickly, he smiled, trying to cover up, "Of course not. Your car is just too high-class. I've never driven such a high-class car before."

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