You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 464

How could it be? It was clear that he had identified her as a gold-digging woman who approached him with a purpose. Why did he

still have sex with her? It was obvious that she had gained the trust of her grandmother and used smeans to get the shares of

the Warner Group, and he should have abandoned her, but his body honestly wanted her. What was the reason for all this?

When he cto Eden Apartment today, he had cto search for forgotten memories.

Although he has a familiar feeling about the place, unfortunately, he still could not recall any details.

He struggled to think, and suddenly his head hurt again. It hurt so bad that he had cold sweat all over. He could not help but press

his hands to his temples, his handseyebrows locked and his expression increasingly serious.

His voice was hoarse, "Joyce, what is going on between you and me, just tell me."

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Joyce glanced at him and saw that he seemed to have a real headache and turned around and went into the kitchen to bring an ice

pack.

She walked up and put an ice pack on his sweaty forehead. And then she took another towel, and gently wiped his forehead,

advising, "If you can't think of anything, just don't force yourself to think about it again. Are you feeling better?"

She did not directly answer his question. She knew his character. Did he believe what she said when she just met him? It's better to

wait for him to remember all the things himself one day.

The cold sensation cleared him up a bit and relieved sof the pain.

"You didn't drive here, I'll call Aaron to cto pick you up and take you back." Joyce took her cell phone out of her pocket and

was just about to dial Aaron's number. From the way he looked now, he wasn't fit to drive.

"There's no need to call him. | want to sleep here tonight." Luther closed his eyes and leaned back slightly against the back of the

wall, resting his arm on top of his forehead to ease his headache.

"What! You're going to sleep here?" Joyce almost muttered.

"I bought the house, can't | live in it?" He closed his eyes and hummed softly. For sreason he always felt that it was in this

place that he could retrieve his memories, and maybe a night's sleep would reveal something.

"..." Joyce was completely speechless.

"Don't think too much about it, you sleep on the couch." Luther still had his eyes closed and faintly instructed, "Bring over the hot

tea and get the toiletries ready. I'll wait till the pain goes down and then go over and wash up."

"..." Joyce already had the urge to kill him.

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She walked out of the room, grabbed the trash can, picked up all the toothpaste and toothbrushes, and razor and shaving cream in

it, and rearranged them in the bathroom.

Damn, she just forgot to throw them all away, or did she wait for him to use them?

Exasperated, she brought the tea into the room for him, only to find that he had fallen asleep.

The usual sharp eyes were tightly closed, and his long eyebrows were slightly creased because of the pain. He looked just peaceful

and harmless, the corners of his lips now with a touch of relaxation,.

Joyce let out a low sigh.

It's just that, for the sake of his pain and his status as the landlord, she let him rest there for the night. She resigned herself to

covering him with the blanket and took out another blanket from the closet, so she would sleep on the couch tonight.