You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 64

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Chapter 64 He felt like he was going crazy with the torture. It was like a catalyst that had started a fire that went way out of control.

He looked helplessly at her in her sleep.

Was it that he had confined himself for too long. Except for the night he was drugged, he had always abided by his own rules. He had been indifferent and cold all these years. Was it that the long restraint, the delayed impulse that was about to eat him up ferociously, that was swallowing his reason bit by bit.

He tried desperately to remain calm, and when he drew his arm out, he found it was so sore and stiff fi...

her long pressure that he could hardly move it. It took a while before he could feel better. He put her feet back on the bed and tucked her back in the quilt.

Walking into the bathroom and turning on the cold water, he stood under the faucet and looked down at himself, shaking his head helplessly.

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He closed his eyes and slowly controlled the strange feelings inside his body. One minute, two minutes, three minutes ... ten minutes ...

until the phone rang He cout of the cold water. His body was still wet and he picked up a bath towel and wrapped his body with it casually. Afraid of disturbing Joyce's sleep, he hurried to pick up the phone.

On the other end of the line was Jacqueline’s shrill, surprised voice.

“Luther, Shelly toldCharlotte is pregnant with your child? Is it true?” Luther frowned deeply and held the phone away from his ear. It was too croaky. “Yes” He didn’t deny it.

At this moment, the fire that could not be doused by cold water just now was abruptly extinguished. What was he thinking? He had always been a responsible man, with his own principles. Charlotte saved his life, sacrificed her virginity, and now she was pregnant with his child. How could he let her bear the burden and face the whole world alone? That night felt so good that he looked back on it over and over again and would never forget it.

But for sreason, facing Charfotte, he could never find that feeling.

It's hard to imagine he had such a sweet and intimate night with Charlotte.

He didn’t even feel the simpulse when he faced Charlotte either.

And regardless of Joyce's purpose for approaching him, and regardless of whether Joyce intended to seduce him, he was ultimately responsible for Charlotte. How could he be involved with Joyce again? He kept putting it off, even if he did not know what that could be for.

It was tto sort out this mess.

He was silent for a long time, and Jacqueline was afraid to break the silence. Only after a while did she try to say something.

“Luther, the Warner family had already arranged a marriage for you and Charlotte, and it’s a good thing she’s pregnant. You should hurry up and get rid of this Joyce. You won't have anything to do with that woman after you finished your divorce procedures. We can’t just wait until the Heath family knows that you and Joyce once received a license. People will talk.” He listened impatiently and interrupted, “In a week, | will explain clearly to my grandmother. This marriage will end as soon as possible.” Right now Joyce was sick, and he wanted her to get better first.

“Good, good.” Still a week to wait? Jacqueline didn’t dare to push too hard for fear of backlash, “When the tcomes, we'll sit down together and talk about it. There's nothing we can’t solve, your grandmother is also a reasonable person. The Warner family has a descendant, she must be so happy to see that.” “Got it.

Luther coldly hung up the phone, put the phone to silent mode, and tossed it to the side.

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He put on his pajamas and went up to feel Joyce's forehead, which was still very hot.

He reached into the back of her neck and there was no sweat.

After he left her, she seemed cold, and her whole body shrank into a ball again, shivering every now and then, like a high fever convulsion.

He then gave her another antipyretic ice pack.

Finally, he could not bear to leave her like that. He crossed the bed and took the shivering Joyce into his arms.

Feeling the warmth, Joyce stopped shivering and she curled up in his arms like a soft cat. It felt so comfortable and she had an indescribable sense of safety.

Yes, safety it was.

She fell into a deep sleep.

Luther sighed. What could he do with her?

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