You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 517

At this moment, his brain was confused and chaotic.

Her bright obsidian eyes seemed like an endless sea. She looked straight into it and could not see the bottom.

These days, he had also thought about the whole thing over and over again and really couldn't remember anything. But he

thought, since he had already filed for divorce with her, he must have made the decision to leave her. Of course, he still wondered

why he would default to the 30-day divorce cooling-off period, since as a matter of fact, he could always find a shortcut, and the

divorce would be just a matter of minutes.

However, this time, no one could answer his doubts.

Jacqueline and Shelly both had a very strong animosity towards Joyce. He could not ask anything from them. They said Joyce was

scheming and had cheated grandmother. So, no one knew what really happened between him and Joyce.

He could only infer from the only clues available.

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For example, they had filed for divorce and were in the waiting period.

For example, Joyce had moved out and they had lived in separate places.

For example, Joyce was pregnant and the baby was definitely not his.

And all these signs indicated that his initial judgment was just right and she was purposeful and scheming, and she must have

used stricks to get close to his grandmother, gaining her trust and huge benefits. His judgment was not wrong.

However, at this moment, he looked into her clear, watery eyes, and had a moment of wavering.

The familiarity of her body and the strong desire to be close to her, and the fact that he could only sleep peacefully in Eden

Apartment, were things he had no explanation for.

Joyce was tackled hard by him and could not move.

Danger loomed over her, and she didn't know exactly what he was going to do. But she didn't want to show weakness either, and

her eyes looked straight at him without evasion.

After a long time, Luther finally resisted the urge of his body and slowly let her go.

"You don't have to move out today. I'm not sleeping here tonight." He said coldly.

In fact, only he knew, he was just afraid that if he stayed, he would lose control. The woman in front of him, like a drug, had a

deadly allure.

Joyce gathered her collar and was still on alert. He was so erratic, and she couldn't figure it out what could be on his mind, and now

that he had lost his memory, his behavior was even more outrageous. It was clear that he had said he was coming here to bed

earlier.

"Keep the furniture for now." He coughed unnaturally.

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"The bedding has been changed, but what about the rest of my stuff? Where did you put it all?" Joyce turned around and opened

the cabdoor, and began to look around.

The inside of the cabwas divided and organized perfectly, and all her things had been placed.

Luckily, not all her clothes were thrown away.

Luther looked at her closet with disdain, "With your astronomical shares, you can't afford to buy decent clothes? Joyce, you have

got the money, is there any need to keep up the acting?"

In fact, back at the Warner residence and the mansion in the city, he found many of her clothes in the closet, all custom-made, but

she didn't take any of them. This, too, made him confused. Money-worshipping heartthrobs like her, shouldn't they all like these

material things? Famous brand clothing, luxury jewelry, limited-edition bags.

Joyce expressionlessly closed the locker door, not wanting to talk to him more.