You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1673: The Unserious Response

Back at the Warner residence.

It was already 2 a. m.

Luther walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and as the icy water washed over his body from head to toe, his dazed

mind becmuch clearer.

He shook his head, and large droplets of water fell from his cheeks. Suddenly, he punched the smooth, mirror-like tiles, unable to

restrain the suppression and irritability in his heart.

He stood under the shower for a while, adjusting the water temperature, experiencing the extrcontrast between cold and hot.

After showering, he dried his hair and changed into lightweight pajamas. In the room, Joyce was already asleep, curled up with her

hair scattered on the pillow, sleeping soundly.

He lay down beside her, reached out to embrace her, turned her over to face him, and held the back of her head with his hand, his

long fingers running through her hair.

Joyce was awakened by Luther's kiss. She groggily opened her eyes, surrounded by darkness, clearly still in the early hours of the

morning.

"Mm, you're back. What tis it?" she murmured.

Her voice was swallowed by his kiss.

"lI don't know, didn't check the time..." he bit her lip, his voice becoming hoarser.

Feeling his body was a bit cold, Joyce reached out and hugged his waist. "You just took a shower, why are you still so cold? Did the

temperature drop outside? It's so cold."

Luther had already untied her pajamas, and he chuckled softly, "Holdtight, letwarm up."

Feeling his increasing impudence, she pushed his hand away, "Stop fooling around and go to sleep. | want to sleep."

"But | want it," he whispered in her ear, biting her earlobe, his hot breath spraying on her neck.

"Can't we wait until morning... It's midnight now... Ah..."

Her voice was finally interrupted by a weak moan. The man on her body was slightly cold, but his movements were extremely

passionate.

"l can't wait..."

He kissed her again, sealing all her protests, and unabashedly drawing warmth from her, taking everything he desired.

After an intense entanglement, Joyce was already exhausted and fell asleep. She nestled in his arm, her long hair slightly damp,

sticking to the side of her cheek.

Luther raised his hand, smoothed her long hair behind her ear, and held her tightly.

Only in this way did he have a sense of reality and a feeling of peace. Holding her, he finally closed his eyes and fell into a deep

sleep.

When he woke up again, it was almost noon.

Joyce saw the tdisplayed on the clock and almost shouted, "Oh my god! It's almost noon!"

Damn it, she was becoming more and more prone to sleeping in. If this continued, how could she manage things? It was all

because of the man beside her, blaming him for keeping her up all night... and exhausting her energy, causing her to sleep until

now.

Luther propped himself up and pulled her into his arms again. "What's wrong with noon? Andres must have gone to school. We

have Mr. Arnold and Aaron here, so we don't need to worry."

Joyce glared at him, "It's all your fault. You cback late and couldn't control yourself, not letting others sleep."

Luther laughed and pinched her nose, "Blyou, always tempting me."

Joyce was speechless. "l was sleeping well, how did | tempt you? Clearly, it's your hormones going haywire! You can't resist

stimulation. If you continue like this and cback after eleven, you'll be sleeping downstairs alone."

Luther suddenly flipped over and pressed her beneath him.

"My dear wife, it seems like | still have an excess of hormones. What should | do?"

He said it in a very alluring manner.

"Get off."

Joyce had a black line on her face. "I want to get up and have breakfast. It's almost lunchtime."

If she didn't refuse this man with a cold face, they would probably end up having dinner directly.

Luther helped her up. "I won't tease you anymore. If | really can't control myself, | promise to keep you in the room for several

days."

Joyce blushed. This man's words were so shameless.

She quickly got out of bed, not wanting to pay him any more attention, and fearing that he would lose control. Keeping a safe

distance from dangerous people was the best course of action.

Luther also got up.

As it was close to noon, after having sbreakfast, Luther sat in the living room and looked at his phone, reading the news. It

was already this time, so he might as well finish lunch before going to the company.

Joyce took a stroll in the living room, rememberingher clothes from last night were still in the bathroom. She planned to retrieve

them and give them to Ivy to wash.

As she entered the bathroom, the floor felt slippery. It seemed that the moisture from Luther's shower last night hadn't completely

dissipated. She noticed his clothes casually thrown into the laundry basket, so she approached and picked them up, intending to

wash them together.

In that instant of picking them up, there seemed to be a faint fragrance of perfemanating from his shirt.

Joyce was taken aback.

A woman's sixth sense was sometimes accurate.

The scent of women's perfume? She never used perfherself, so why would there be the smell of perfon Luther's shirt?

Although she had never suspected him in this regard, she instinctively brought his shirt closer to her nose and carefully sniffed.

Indeed, there was the scent of perfume, she hadn't smelled it wrong. It was strange.

She shook her head, could he have accidentally brushed against something somewhere?

Or perhaps, during his social engagement last night, the environment was filled with a strong scent of perfume, and his clothes got

contaminated? This fragrance was very faint. The scent felt familiar and light.

Such a delicate fragrance, for sreason, cherry blossoms flashed through her mind. It seemed to fit.

She picked up the laundry basket, feeling that she was overthinking things.

After all, he cback so late last night and was intimate with her until dawn.

How could it be possible? She thought she was being too sensitive, perhaps because she was pregnant, her thoughts had become

more delicate, and she was restless, thinking about all sorts of things.

She walked out of the bathroom and handed the clothes she was about to wash to Ivy.

Then she returned to the living room, where Luther was still looking at his phone, reading military news. Recently, she often saw

him reading these things, perhaps wanting a deeper understanding of warlords.

"Aren't you going to the group?" She looked at his phone. He was reading news about the military. "You can go in the afternoon.

There's no rush."

He held her in his arms and continued reading the news.

Joyce gently stroked his chest and asked with concern, "I've been thinking about it these days. I'm always a little worried. Otis gave

you smysterious medicine. Is there really nothing wrong with your body?"

Luther's body stiffened.

Then, he smiled wickedly and reached out to pinch her chin.

"Is my body normal or not, don't you know? If you're worried, do you want to try again?"

Joyce was teased by him and lightly hammered him, "I'm asking you seriously, but you always give unserious responses."

He lowered his head and kissed her lips.

e held her tightly, covering up his momentary panic.

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