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You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 32
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Suburban inn.

Dimly lit, rosemary-scented room.

“There’s only one room, sorry to put you to such inconvenience tonight.” Joyce done with the check-in

process and walked in the door with him.

The room was not big, and the facilities were ordinary. There was only one bed, making it look like a

love hotel. Faraway from the downtown, it was good enough to find a place to stay.

Luther sat on the edge of the bed with a medical kit he brought from his car. He took off his suit and

unbuttoned his shirt.

Joyce asked in a low voice , “Are you injured?” She thought he got injuried because he was protecting

herself while dodging bullets which grazed his arm. He was injured and still kept racing. It was not easy

to do so.

Luther blushed slightly, “It’s okay, I just need a break. It’s too far out of town and it’ll take too long to

drive back again. I’ll have Aaron bring someone to pick us up in the morning.”

The blood had dried up and the blood-stained shirt was stuck to his arm, and when he uncovered it, it

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was the same as reopening the wound. He couldn’t help but grit his teeth.

Joyce rummaged through the medical kit for iodine, hemostatic coagulant, anti-inflammatory powder,

and gauze.

I’ll do it.” She dabbed some iodine with a cotton swab and wiped his wound.

The wound was quite deep and the flesh on his arm was cut open.

He held back, with heavy sweat dripping down from his forehead.

Gunshots, injuries.

Joyce was suspicious. she was also in a shootout last time and saved a strange man. That was how

she lost her virginity. But there were few major criminal cases in Khebury, almost none. Was it a

coincidence that it happened to her twice?

What could be the connection between Luther and the strange man she saved last time? “You always

have a first aid kit in your car. You get chased a lot?” She asked tentatively.

She vaguely remembered that the man she saved last time had a gunshot wound on his leg, and she

wanted to confirm it sometime.

Luther closed his eyes, “Are you afraid? There are too many people who want me dead.” He opened

his eyes, and his gaze took was with chills. “Joyce, you’re such a goodmarks woman, like a pro.”

He remembered that the last time Joyce played darts with Felix and Mathew, she shot all three darts

together and hit double.

Not surprisingly, the one who wanted to assassinate him this time must be OGW.

He remembered the day when he got the marriage license, he suffered the first attack.

Was it a coincidence that Joyce approached him at this exact moment and married him under false

pretenses? What kind of power could she have? He had to re-examine if there was a conspiracy

behind all this.

Joyce was wrapping his wound with gauze.

She listened to his tone and it seemed not good.

Professional meant she was a professional killer? Oh, too funny.

The paranoia of the rich was re-occuring.

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She deliberately tightened the gauze with great force.

The sudden pain made Luther grunt. Damn, this was a vengeful woman.

“Luther, you are omnipotent. How come you haven’t found out anything about me until now?” She

voiced mockingly.

The bandage completed and she tied a fast knot. It gonna hurt him to death.

She never called him “Luther”, which at this point just sounded sarcastic.

Violently, Luther rolled over and trapped her beneath him, cupping her chin with one hand.

His eyes were aggressive and the heavy breath sprayed on her face.

He did send someone to check, however, her resume was blank for six years. Growing up in an

orphanage, she made her six years exprience completely unknown after she left there.

Two years ago, she skipped a grade and got a special admissions to Cunard University.

The fact that he couldn’t find out can only mean that the person who erased her past experiences was

not an idle person either. Who could it be?

Joyce looked at him coldly.

Sure enough, that she helped him wrap his arm eventually harm herself. She regreted and should have

let him cope with it himself.

“Why don’t you resist?” Luther pressed his body down and closed on her.