You Hit My Heart
Chapter 1277

She had to turn around again, "How can I undress if you don't go out?"“You take it off, and I promise not to look.” He laughed softly.

What the hell?

Joyce is speechless, just, in his territory, she can not help him.

With her back to him, she pulled off her soaked shirt. And the bottoms.Then she squeezed the soaked clothes slightly dry and placed themnext to the spa.

Luther kept surveying her smooth spine, her long, slender lotus arms,and after a little wine, his breathing became rapid. Damn, I really don'tknow, torturing her or torturing himself.

Joyce kept her back to him as she submerged herself in the water, herlong hair soaking through and soothing her body.

Although she was still feverish, but felt the temperature, as sweatingpassed. It seems that the body temperature gradually dropped, and thewhole person's spirit recovered much.

It took about ten minutes to soak.

The hot spring can not stay long, easy to faint.

She tried to get up, but Luther never moved behind her and she was alittle overwhelmed.

On the fence.

Luther stood up, brought his bathrobe, came behind her, and saidsoftly, "Get up, and I'll put your bathrobe on.”

She struggled for a moment, knowing that he could not drive her away.Had to stand up from the water with his back to him as fast as he could,then quickly wrapped himself in his yukata.

Luther laughed lowly and wrapped his arms around her from behind,pressing his breath against her long, soaking wet hair, spraying the sideof her neck, "Your face is so red.”

"The water is too hot.” Her voice was a little muffled.

"Hmm." He laughed and stopped teasing her.

He pressed her into the chair, "I'll blow your hair, dry it before you godownstairs, wet hair is easy to catch a cold.”

She bit her lip, the floor-to-ceiling glass seemed like a mirror, reflectingher slender body, her scarlet cheeks, and when the hot wind blew herlong hair away, she felt her face get even hotter.

He gently rubbed her hair and carefully blow dried every part of it.

His hand, where it teases, is even hotter than a hair dryer, all the way tothe bottom of her heart.

When he finally blew out his hair. She felt like she was melting from theheat too.

"Okay. Don't do anything today, stay home and sleep all day.” Hepatted her shoulder, "I'll carry you downstairs to rest.”

"No need." She stood up in a hurry and opened the door as quickly asshe could, "I'll walk by myself."

A shower that she can barely stay in.

She flew back to her room and got under the covers, actually still a littletired, although the hot springs relieved much of the discomfort, in theend this illness came with a vengeance.

Luther followed her downstairs and couldn't help but smile as hewatched her huddle under the covers.

He sat on the edge of the bed and took her into his arms with theblanket.

"By the way, there's something I forgot to tell you."

"What is it?" Joyce burst her head out from under the covers."Charlotte died, last night." Luther's tone was muted, as if he were justtalking about the weather.

"Ah." Joyce was a bit surprised, she didn't expect Charlotte to die sosoon.

"Well, she died after the press conference, and Karl sent me amessage to tell me. You were sick, so I didn't say anything. A personwho should have died a long time ago, one more day of her life wouldhave been a bargain." He said coldly.

Joyce nodded, Charlotte's death, sooner or later, she was notsurprised, nor did she feel anything.

Once framed her everywhere, stole her identity and did nothing wrong.Charlotte had it coming, and finally got the ending she deserved.