You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1632: Remembered

At Rose Court Apartment, Joyce knew very well that Luther had no good intentions when he dragged her back home. She even

suspected that he deliberately sent Anderson away with Cecelia, intending to have sfun at the military manor. With no one to

disturb them, he did exactly as he pleased.

This man, who would get jealous over the smallest things, proclaimed his sovereignty over her. He did exactly what he said he

would do before he left in the morning. At this moment, Joyce felt exhausted, her clothes half off but not completely removed,

fulfilling his desired aesthetic. She felt like she never wanted to wear this outfit again. She felt like a plaything. Every tshe wore

it, he would lose control.

Luther propped his chin with one hand, while the other buttoned up her clothes. Joyce planned to get up, but she stopped him, "I'm

going to change. Don't button them up."

"No rush, wait a bit longer." His long fingers brushed her cheek, feeling her flushed skin due to heat, thin sweat, sticky on his

fingertips.

"Let's rest a bit first." He smirked mischievously at her. Joyce immediately clutched the collar of her dress, glaring defensively at

him, "What are you planning now?"

"What do you think?" He laughed at her. Did she not know his preferences? How could that be possible?

Joyce was instantly furious, "Are you insane? Did the doctor allow you to indulge like this? Or did the doctor say | can be so

unrestrained?”

It is often said that men are most likely to cheat when their partners are pregnant, perhaps due to the inconvenience. Men have an

innate need that leads to frequent affairs. However, after her pregnancy, she felt that he was no different than usual, even more

relentless, without any hesitation.

Luther grinned shamelessly, nodding, "Hmm, | asked several doctors. They all said that since you were a sharpshooting athlete,

your physical foundation is particularly good. Your lower body is stable, so they all suggested that | should continue as before, no

need for special attention. Plus, appropriate ‘exercise’ helps fetal development and regulates your hormones."

"What! You actually asked around!" Joyce was shocked, feeling like she was about to die. Her face was entirely lost by him.

How many doctors did he ask? She almost screamed.

"Basically, | asked all the ones | know." Luther said shamelessly, "Don't worry, it's fine."

"You!" Joyce was so angry that she saw stars. The doctors at the Military Hospital and the military manor were from the same

system. She raised her hand, intending to slap that hateful handsface.

Of course, she wouldn't really dare to hit him. She just wanted to scare him, to vent her anger.

Luther laughed, holding her fingers, teasing, "See, after two rounds, you're still so energetic. | think you don't need to rest, let's

continue."

"Get lost!" She was so angry that her lips were trembling. But unfortunately, this shameless man was already pressing down on her

again.

If it weren't for his abdominal injury, she would have kicked him away. But she couldn't bear to hurt him, so she gave up struggling.

Watching him unbutton her clothes one by one.

She was speechless, "If you're going to unbutton them, why did you button them up just now?"

He was panting heavier, "Stupid, | buttoned them up, so | can unbutton them later."

Joyce, "..."

This time, they fooled around until the afternoon. Joyce was exhausted and took a nap. When she woke up, it was almost dark.

She got up abruptly, pushing the still sleeping Luther, "Hurry up, it's already past five. We agreed to have dinner at the military

manor at six, we're definitely going to be late."

Luther, hugging her waist, mumbled, "What's the rush? They're all family. What's the difference if we're a bit early or late? Just

make a call and tell them we'll be half an hour late."

"I never arrive late, what excuse would | use?" Joyce ruffled her messy long hair, feeling sticky all over, all thanks to him.

"The reason is simple. Just say we cback and took a nap." Luther turned over and wanted to sleep a bit more.

Joyce, hearing this, was so angry that she picked up a pillow and started hitting him in the back of his head.

Sleep? Tell her parents they cback to sleep? He really dared to think of that!

"Sleep your head!"

Luther held the pillow, sat up, and coaxed in a soft voice, "What's wrong? Why are you angry? | meant a normal nap, a siesta. What

were you thinking?"

Joyce was even more irritated, "Do youthink others can't guess what we were doing? Never mind, you make the call. | don't have

the nerve to do it. I'm going to take a shower."

Luther put down the pillow, "Alright, I'll make the call."

He got up and made a call to Cecelia, saying they would be half an hour late.

Then, he also went to take a shower.

Feeling especially satisfied today and having slept a while, he looked at himself in the mirror. His reflection was radiant, his

complexion good. Suddenly, he felt a warmth in his ear.

When he touched it, it was blood. There was blood coming out of his ear!

Staring at the red smear on his long finger and palm, he was dumbfounded. These past few days, he hadn't had any nosebleeds.

So he gradually relaxed his vigilance, thinking the previous nosebleeds were because he was overthinking.

But now, mysteriously, there was blood coming from his ear. Perhaps it was because he was too vigorous just now, his emotional

fluctuations were rather large, once again stimulating the toxins in his body?

Bleeding from the seven orifices was always a bad omen.

Picking up his phone, he dialed Dr. Jacobs, a leading figure in Mufron Biopharmaceuticals.

"Professor, we agreed to send a team of pharmaceutical researchers to me. How is that progressing?"

Dr. Jacobs replied, "Mr. Warner, rest assured, the candidates have been selected, they will all be sent to Khebury, your

headquarters, next week."

"Good, thank you."

After hanging up, Luther cleaned up the blood stain with a tissue.

The blood-stained tissue was thrown into the toilet.

Just as Joyce burst into the bathroom, irritated, "Luther, what are you dawdling in the bathroom for? We're running late!"

Luther was startled and quickly flushed the toilet.

The red tissue spun around a few times before being flushed down. That was close, Joyce almost saw it.

He straightened up, acting as if nothing happened, "Oh, | suddenly remembered something important and made a call. We can

leave now."

Joyce squinted suspiciously at him.

Just now, she thought she glimpsed an unusual color in the toilet, but it was too quick for her to see clearly.

She felt that the man in front of her was suspicious, as if he was hiding something from her.

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