You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 2012: It's Not a Big Deal

Luther spoke with a serious tone, "How can you say that? When the commander was in danger, Joyce stepped up, it was only right.

Don't worry, we'll cross that bridge when we cto it. | already have a plan."

"What plan?" Joyce asked.

"First, keep it a secret from you all," Luther teased.

"At a tlike this, you still want to keep secrets from us? What if something goes wrong?" Joyce couldn't believe it. "Are you afraid

we'll leak information?"

"It's not that, it's just that the more people know, the more likely it is to show on their faces. It's easier for the other side to notice,"

Luther pulled Joyce into his arms. "Don't worry, everything is under my control."

"Are you saying that you already know who leaked the information?" Cecelia heard the hidden meaning.

"Pretty much," Luther nodded. "Mom, please trust me, | will protect Joyce. | set this trap to expose her. Let's wait patiently, and

everything will be revealed."

"Well, if you're confident, we will support you wholeheartedly," Cecelia said solemnly.

Joyce glanced at Luther, feeling sdissatisfaction, but she also trusted him. "Fine, I'll take care of the kids, the rest is up to you."

Luther held her tighter.

"By the way, dad won't be able to cthis time?" Joyce asked.

Cecelia said, "Your dad will cto attend your wedding ceremony the day after tomorrow, but he won't stay long. About two

hours, he has to leave. The military has arranged for him to cby helicopter, and he will leave by helicopter after the ceremony.

Directly to Alvonia for business. Sorry, Joyce, he's too busy."

"It's a great honor for my father-in-law to come," Luther's face showed pleasant surprise. He hadn't seen Ralph in a long time.

"That's great. | haven't seen my father in a long teither," Joyce's face was full of anticipation. "Sorry, | haven't had tto

cback to the Capital recently, | should've visited you."

"What are you talking about?" Cecelia laughed. "You are not feeling well physically, and you just gave birth. Okay, let's not talk

anymore. Rest for a while, there's a lot to prepare for."

"Okay, | need to double-check the guest list," Luther released Joyce. "You go rest for a while, the wedding team has arrived. They

will rehearse again tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, they will help you change into your wedding dress, do your makeup.

Also, Anderson and Iris, they need to try on their outfits tomorrow. | think there's more to do. Flowers, buffet arrangements are all

set. The wedding witness, the Archbishop, will arrive tomorrow. And..."

"Don't nag, it's annoying," Joyce had no patience for organizing these things. "I'll go see the kids."

With that, she pulled Cecelia along, "Mom, even though Wilson and Cullen are twins, | feel like after a month, their appearances

have changed a bit. When they grow up, they may not look alike."

"Yes, originally fraternal twins, when they grow up, they can look quite different," Cecelia nodded.

The mother and daughter walked hand in hand, talking and laughing, heading into the room.

Luther had a black line on his face. Joyce really had no interest in the wedding. In theory, women are the ones who love to organize

these things. He thought, if there's someone who feels the sannoyance, it must be Felix, Vicki cares even less about societal

rules, carefree and uninhibited. In the future, if Felix wants to have a wedding, he'll definitely be infuriated. Thinking like this, he

felt a sense of balance in his heart.

Meanwhile, at the Saunders Residence.

Felix was choosing clothes at home, while Vicki sat on the sofa, relaxing with her eyes closed.

Her belly had already started to show, she hadn't gained much weight, but her stomach looked round.

She kept rubbing her belly, lost in thought.

Felix changed into a black suit and cout.

"How does this outfit look?" he asked.

Vicki glanced at him, "All black, are you going to a funeral again?"

Felix, "..."

What kind of talk was that? Too unlucky.

"Okay, I'll change into a different outfit," Felix said.

A moment later, Felix cout in a dark blue suit.

"How about this one?" he asked again.

Vicki raised her eyes slightly, "You're not meeting for business, dressing like a businessman. Are you going to do business?"

Felix, "..."

In fact, Vicki's own outfit was ready a long tago, a burgundy floor-length dress with a dark wood shawl. She didn't deliberately

hide her belly, and the color wasn't too attention-grabbing. Mostly, Vicki had a strong presence, she looked good in anything. And

Vicki wasn't picky, just picked a set at random, and that was it. It was Felix himself who had been hesitant for several days and

couldn't decide on his own clothes.

"Okay, I'll change into another outfit," Felix went back into the dressing room.

This time, when he cout, he was wearing a white suit. He looked youthful and suave, catching everyone's eye. Felix was good-

looking, charming, and this attire suited him well.

"How about this outfit? Are you satisfied now?" he asked Vicki.

Vicki looked at Felix, slightly distracted, because he looked extremely clean and charming in this outfit, with his disheveled good

looks. A staggering gentleman, unparalleled in the world, perhaps that's how to describe the sight she was seeing at that moment.

It was mesmerizing.

She couldn't help but swallow hard.

"You're not a groomsman, why wear white? And dressing like this, who are you trying to seduce? Hurry up and take it off. Felix, you

showy peacock, stop flirting outside," Vicki's voice turned cold. In truth, she didn't want others to see Felix like this. She just

wanted to admire him herself.

Felix, "..."

Peacock! Who is she talking about? Clearly, he is absolutely faithful!

He was completely speechless and frustrated, taking off the white suit and throwing it on a nearby chair.

"Vicki, what exactly do you want? Not satisfied with this, not satisfied with that. What should | wear? | can't go naked, can I?"

Besides, he was a married man, who could he be trying to seduce? Vicki was his wife, most women would avoid him when they saw

him.

He often frequented nightclubs, as well as a few other nightclubs at the Saunders Residence, all of which he managed. But he

found something strange. Those hostesses, including the floor managers and staff, whether old or new, whenever they saw him,

they kept their distance.

It was weird. It was as if he was a plague. Although he was definitely not interested in them, there was no need to avoid him.

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