You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1995: Try on the Wedding Dress

After a long while, Joyce, exhausted and weary, lay in Luther's embrace, her voice barely audible.

"I've been tired for a while now. You wouldn't letsleep..."

Luther held her tighter. "Hush, it's tto sleep."

"It's too hot right now, | can't sleep," Joyce complained. "How could | forget | haven't recovered from childbirth yet, even in the

heat of the moment?"

Luther remained silent.

"I didn't even leave the house today," Joyce, both tired and sleepy, continued to vent. "I couldn't go out, but | could do that... isn't

that more tiring than going out? You are being hypocritical. You have different standards forand yourself."

Luther, feeling completely at ease now, having finally released all his pent-up energy, didn't mind her complaints. He just listened.

Frowning, Joyce muttered, "I don't care, starting tomorrow, I'm going back to work."

Suddenly, Luther rolled over and held her down. "Do you still have energy left? Or would you like to go one more round?" he

teased, leaning in to kiss her.

Surprised, Joyce quickly pushed him away and sat up. "Are you crazy? | need to take a shower. It's almost three o'clock now, if |

don't go to sleep, it'll be daylight soon."

Did he not realize what they had just done? Did he see her as just that?

Luther lifted her from the bed. "I'll take a shower with you. Don't worry, | won't do anything. Just a shower, | promise."

He was just teasing her, covering her mouth. There was no way they would do it again. He was always considerate of her body.

Otherwise, he would have already devoured her whole.

Joyce didn't complain further.

After the shower, he was indeed more restrained.

Feeling more comfortable after the shower, she laid in his embrace, breathing in his scent, and soon fell asleep.

She slept until one in the afternoon.

When Joyce woke up, Luther was already gone.

She sat up, massaged her long hair, and went to the bathroom to freshen up. She didn't feel it last night, but now her body was

sore; it had been a while since she had been active.

She changed into casual clothes and headed downstairs.

Mrs. Hurley, upon seeing Joyce, respectfully asked, "Young Master, you're awake. What would you like to eat? Breakfast or lunch?"

Joyce felt embarrassed; it was already this late. Everyone would probably know what had happened last night.

Clearing her throat, Joyce said, "I'll just have lunch."

She had meant to say she wasn't hungry and would just have sporridge, to appear as if she had woken up at a normal time,

but she was actually starving.

Mrs. Hurley nodded without further inquiry, "Okay."

Then she turned to attend to the meal.

Mrs. Brown approached with a smile and greeted Joyce, "Madam, you're up. We had guests last night, and it must have been tiring

for you."

Joyce forced a smile, and Mrs. Hurley, being tactful, didn't ask further questions. Mrs. Brown was straightforward and had no

hidden agenda.

Looking around, Joyce refrained from speaking.

Mrs. Brown quickly added, "Mr. Warner left hearly this morning, before 8."

Joyce nodded. "I'll have lunch first, then I'll go check on Wilson and Cullen."

"Okay, Madam, rest assured, we'll take good care of them," Mrs. Brown said before smiling and heading towards the baby room to

help.

Joyce adjusted her neckline and checked her phone. It was already past one in the afternoon.

Cecelia had already left last night, and Anderson and Alisha had gone to school as usual in the morning. The house was suddenly

much quieter.

In the dining room, Mrs. Hurley had already prepared lunch.

After sitting down, Mrs. Hurley quietly left, leaving Joyce to eat by herself.

Joyce was famished. After devouring a few mouthfuls, she finally felt srelief in her stomach.

As she ate, she called Luther.

After a few rings, Luther picked up.

Joyce bluntly questioned, "You left for the group before 8 in the morning, why didn't you wakeup?"

Luther, speaking softly on the other end, asked, "Are you awake? Having lunch?"

"Yeah," Joyce grunted, continuing to eat. "You still haven't answered my question."

"Take your teating, be careful not to choke," Luther said, trying to placate her. "You were sleeping so soundly; how could | bear

to wake you?"

"You could have at least calledaround 9 or 10. | slept until the afternoon. How do you think others would see me?" Joyce voiced

her dissatisfaction.

"How do you think others would see you?" Luther retorted.

"You know what | mean!" Joyce raised her voice. "Are you doing this on purpose?"

Luther chuckled. "We are a married couple. How do you think others would see us?"

"lI don't want to talk to you," Joyce gave up. "lI have to go to work this afternoon. I'm hanging up."

She just wanted to inform him.

do you have to keepfrom leaving?"

ay from home." Luther suddenly spoke on the phone.

an eye on me? You're really something! Luther, you're going to extremes

intment with the wedding dress company. Their staff will arrive at 2:30,

ents on the spot," Luther explained over the phone. "It won't take long.

satisfied.

. Please, don't run around, wait forto cback," Luther said and

pless.

t look good if she didn't cooperate too much. Oh well, since he was

ice, feeling much stronger.

being restrained; she felt how good he was to her. She only complained a

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