You Hit My Heart

You Hit My Heart By Kylie Stanford Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Chapter 64He felt like he was going crazy with the torture. It was like a catalyst that had started a firethat went way

out of control.He looked helplessly at her in her sleep.Was it that he had confined himself for too long.Except for the night he was drugged, he had always

abided by his own rules. He had been indifferent and cold all these years. Was it that the long restraint,the delayed

impulse that was about to eat him up ferociously, that was swallowing his reason bit by bit.He trieddesperately to remain calm, and when he drew his arm out, he found it was so sore and stiff from

her long pressure that he could hardly move it. It took a while before he could feel better. He put herfeet back on

the bed and tucked her back in the quilt.Walking into the bathroom and turning on the cold water, hestood under the faucet and looked down at

himself, shaking his head helplessly.He closed his eyes and slowly controlled the strange feelingsinside his body. One minute, two minutes,

three minutes … ten minutes …Until the phone rangHe came out of the cold water. His body was stillwet and he picked up a bath towel and wrapped his body

with it casually. Afraid of disturbing Joyce’s sleep, he hurried to pick up the phone.On the other end ofthe line was Jacqueline’s shrill, surprised voice.“Luther, Shelly told me Charlotte is pregnant with yourchild? Is it true?”Luther frowned deeply and held the phone away from his ear. It was too

croaky.“Yes”He didn’t deny it.At this moment, the fire that could not be doused by cold water just nowwas abruptly extinguished. What

was he thinking? He had always been a responsible man, with his own principles. Charlotte saved hislife,

sacrificed her virginity, and now she was pregnant with his child. How could he let her bear the burdenand face the

whole world alone?That night felt so good that he looked back on it over and over again and wouldnever forget it.But for some reason, facing Charlotte, he could never find that feeling. It’s hard toimagine he had such a sweet and intimate night with Charlotte.He didn’t even feel the same impulsewhen he faced Charlotte either.And regardless of Joyce’s purpose for approaching him, and regardlessof whether Joyce intended to

seduce him, he was ultimately responsible for Charlotte. How could he be involved with Joyce again?He kept putting it off, even if he did not know what that could be for.It was time to sort out this mess.Hewas silent for a long time, and Jacqueline was afraid to break the silence. Only after a while did she try

to say something.“Luther, the Warner family had already arranged a marriage for you and Charlotte,and it’s a good thing she’s

pregnant. You should hurry up and get rid of this Joyce. You won’t have anything to do with that womanafter younovelbin

finished your divorce procedures. We can’t just wait until the Heath family knows that you and Joyceoncereceived a license. People will talk.”He listened impatiently and interrupted, “In a week, | willexplain clearly to my grandmother. This marriage

will end as soon as possible.” Right now Joyce was sick, and he wanted her to get better first.“Good,good.” Still a week to wait? Jacqueline didn’t dare to push too hard for fear of backlash, “When the

time comes, we’ll sit down together and talk about it. There’s nothing we can’t solve, your grandmotheris also areasonable person. The Warner family has a descendant, she must be so happy to seethat.’“Got it.Luther coldly hung up the phone, put the phone to silent mode, and tossed it to the side.Heput on his pajamas and went up to feel Joyce’s forehead, which was still very hot.He reached into theback of her neck and there was no sweat.After he left her, she seemed cold, and her whole bodyshrank into a ball again, shivering every now and

then, like a high fever convulsion.He then gave her another antipyretic ice pack.Finally, he could notbear to leave her like that. He crossed the bed and took the shivering Joyce into his arms.Feeling thewarmth, Joyce stopped shivering and she curled up in his arms like a soft cat. It felt so comfortable andshe had an indescribable sense of safety.Yes, safety it was.She fell into a deep sleep.Luther sighed.What could he do with her?