You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 828

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Damn.

In fact, he should have thought of it. Otis had almost forced Joyce to drink that glass of red wine, so it was impossible that there

was nothing wrong with it.

Now, he was getting hotter and hotter, and his throat was so dry.

It was such a familiar feeling.

It took him back to the night more than four years ago when he was drugged, chased down and forced to fall into a river. At that

time, Joyce used a boomerang dart to drive off the killer and save him with her virginity.

The sburning sensation... He was feeling like he was burning all over and all his cells were about to explode.

Just, it shouldn't be like that.

Otis was very sophisticated and did not seem to be that impatient. How could he put aphrodisiac in the wine?

Damn, it's a good thing she didn’t drink that wine.

He felt dizzy in his head and he was a little unsteady on his feet. His back was leaning against the rapidly rising elevator, which

made him even more dizzy and uncomfortable. Every second was such a torture to him.

He kept looking at the floor number, and waited anxiously before they got to the top floor.

Joyce found that he was more and more strange. His sculpture like perfect cheeks were now tinged with scarlet, and his already

good-looking face was even more sexy and charming. His forehead was covered with thin sweat, and his thin lips were slightly

open, gently gasping for breath.

Could red wine even be that strong?

At this time, the elevator stopped with a "Ding".

The elevator then opened up.

"Do you wantto help you back to your room?" Joyce asked kindly.

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After all, he drank so much only because he wanted to take her away from Otis’ box.

Luther took a step out of the elevator and waved his hand at her, "No, you hurry back to your room, and leavehere."

What was left of his sanity told him that he'd better be alone for the tbeing.

"But, you don't look like you're feeling well? Should | help you get smedicine?" She wasn't quite sure, but obviously he looked

out of sorts and was walking with an unsteady gait.

"No need. You should just go back now." He almost growled out, and his tone full of impatience.

He was feeling so hot all over, and an inexplicable frenzy flooded, or almost overwhelmed, him.

He was just about to lost control of himself.

Joyce could see that he was angry.

"Okay, callif you need anything." Joyce had just walked to the door of her room and she took out her room card and swiped it.

The door opened.

She muttered in her mind. What an unreasonable man. She must have been out of her mind to be so kind to ask him.

Did he still think she was coming to him just for money? What an unpredictable man.

If he insisted that he would not need her help, then it’s fine. She could go to her room and take a rest by herself.

As she walked into the room and closed the door behind her.

Suddenly, the door of the room was held firmly by a hand and flung open with great force immediately afterwards.

The next moment, before she could even have the tto understand what had happened...

"Bang!"

Her entire body had been pinned hard against the wall by Luther, her back pressed against the cold marble, and the man in front

of her felt even hotter than fire.

"What the hell are you..."

She could not finish her words, and he suddenly lowered his head, and covered her slightly open red lips with his hot lips.

He had lost control, completely. The moment she was about to close the door, he suddenly lost control of himself and pushed the

door open and barged into her room. His tall, lean body pressed her against the wall.

At this moment, his body and mind were blazing like fire, and even his consciousness was beginning to get blurry. His mouth was

dry, and the heat was unbearable.

And her sweet lips and tongue seemed to be the best antidote.

He kept kissing her deeply, drawing from her the antidote he so desperately wanted.

The moment he kissed her, it was as if he had traveled back in time. It was her. It was her! It was Joyce.

The familiar kiss. The familiar taste. It could never be wrong.

He remembered how it felt when he kissed her, and every kiss they had had been clearly and firmly etched in his mind.

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