You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

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Joyce bought so many things that she felt like she could barely hold them in her hand.

She was worried that the soy milk in her hand would spill all over, and when she saw Kane coming, she quickly said, "Quick, help

Kane gave Luther a stern look and turned to help Joyce with her things.

"You just take the one on my left hand, I'll take the rest myself."

As Joyce walked to the door of the room, she noticed that Luther must have taken a shower, and he was leaning against the wall in

a bathrobe.

She finally understood why Kane looked so pale.

"Ah, Kane. Mr. Warner is here just to ... just to ..." Suddenly, she found herself unable to find a suitable reason for why Luther had

appeared in her room in the morning and had taken a damn shower.

Hell, did she ever tell him to take a shower in her room? Couldn't he go back to his own room?

"Well, Mr. Warner happens to stay on the sfloor of the hotel as well. We are ... we are just going to have breakfast together ...”

Joyce explained, even though she thought it did not make sense at all.

It simply made her more suspicious.

Luther took the packing box from her hand and deliberately said, "You have run out of body wash, and why did you not ask the

front desk to bring it to you?"

Joyce's face darkened.

He did it on purpose, didn't he? He just wanted to make her look awkward. She was trying desperately to explain it away. She

wanted to say that he had taken the shower in his own room and was here just for breakfast.

But he deliberately wanted to tell all the people that he actually took a bath in her room!

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What a strange man!

Naturally, Kane looked even worse now. He looked furious.

Walking into the living room in the suite, Kane opened the packing boxes one by one, took everything out and put them on the

coffee table.

Luther also handed the packing boxes in his hand to Kane and instructed, "Take them all out."

"You." Kane looked up at him. It only made sense if Joyce told him what to do, but why was even Luther commanding him?

He was sulking, but his hands were still working.

"Sister, you bought so many things. Can you really finish them?" Kane frowned. This was indeed too much. She had almost bought

everything she could.

"If any of these should be left over, | promise someone would be in really serious trouble."

Joyce gave Luther a blank look.

Damn man! He just could not suffer just any little bit and had to make even just a breakfast so complicated.

Luther sat down on the sofa, took out a pair of chopsticks and handed a shrimp dumpling to Joyce, feeding it directly to her lips.

"Eat up, you should be hungry too."

Joyce was stunned. What was he doing?

Was he feeding her? Could he not see that she had her own hands?

She wanted to refuse, but when she opened her mouth, the shrimp dumplings were shoved in directly.

Her cheeks were stuffed into a bulge, and she couldn't get a word out.

She could only be forced to eat it.

This was her favorite, so he still remembered it all.

She suddenly thought of the password to his presidential suite, and got uncomfortable all over.

While Luther was having his breakfast, Kane was sitting on the sofa.

He got up and made her a cup of tea and brought it over.

"Sister, what happened last night and what did Otis say?"

"Oh, the contract is signed."

Joyce picked up the contract which she had casually left on the sofa last night, and handed it to Kane, "I read it carefully. The

contract is very strict and | didn’t find anything nothing wrong with it."

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