You Hit My Heart
Chapter 13

"Grandma." Luther was shocked and rushed forward to the old lady.However, Joyce rammed him away almost simultaneously, "Don't youmove her!"

Then, she immediately began to massage Stephanie's heart, "Call thedoctor, what medicine do you usually use? Hurry up and use it."

The house was instantly in a mess.

The family doctor arrived soon after.

Joyce kept on doing heart massage and dared not even to stop. Beadsof sweat were rolling down her cheeks. When she saw the doctorcoming, she hurriedly stepped aside, "Grandma had a heart attack, andI felt something was wrong when I saw her face turn purple before.”Jamie McKnight, the family doctor of the Warner family, quickly gaveStephanie a shot and fed her another dose of medication.

At last, Stephanie began to get better.

"How is my grandmother now?" Luther asked sharply.

Jamie stood up and said in a gruff voice, "Nothing serious. You shouldthank this lady for her heart massage and the medication wasadministered in time. I gave her some sedatives, and you should let hersleep for a while, and not stimulate her again.”

Mr. Arnold went to see Doctor McKnight off, while Shelly andJacqueline helped Stephanie back to her room.

Immediately following Luther's unceremonious eviction, the women alldrove back to their downtown mansion with worried faces.

In the large living room, only Joyce and Luther were left there.

Luther looked at Joyce, who looked so tired and was wiping sweat fromher forehead.

He could not help but want to know more about this woman.

She had been so good at first aid. Just watching her massage herheart, he could not help but think about the night he was rescued -there seemed to be such a hand, giving his chest massage constantly.Was it an illusion? Why would he just get a familiar feeling whenlooking at her at this time?

"Have you ever given anyone else a heart massage like that?" Luthersuddenly asked.

Joyce wiped the sweat from her forehead, "Yeah."

She suddenly remembered the night when she lost her virginity, andremembered how she tried to help but was violated in the end. Thinkingof this she frowned.

"Is it a man?"

“Men, women, seniors, kids all around! I've participated in first aidvolunteer training.” Joyce returned without a smile, “It was organized bythe school, and many of my classmates had participated.”

Luther was instantly disappointed.

Hell, what the hell was he expecting? Why would he try to replace aconnection between her and the person who had saved his life thatnight?

Obviously, the girl who saved him was Charlotte.

First aid volunteer training by the school? Charlotte must have attendedit too? And that's why she had saved him.

Mr. Arnold returned to the living room after sending Doctor McKnightaway. The way he looked at Joyce was no longer disdainful, but morerespectful — Joyce was indeed a good girl, and Stephanie was reallynot wrong. He should not have looked down upon her before.

Mr. Arnold respectfully walked up and helped Joyce with her luggage,"Madam, I'll help you arrange your room."

"Mr. Arnold, take her luggage to my room." Luther glanced at Joyce'sworn-out suitcase on the floor.

She just got 800,000, is it not enough for her to get a new suitcase?"Wait a minute.” Joyce reached out to stop him, “I have to share a roomwith you? It's such a big house, can't we just replace a guest room?"

“You think I want to share my room?" Luther raised an eyebrow,"Grandma would suspect.”

"Yes, young master.” Mr. Arnold respectfully returned.

Gurgling, Joyce's stomach rumbled indisputably.

Having walked half a day to get to this place and worked so hard tohelp Stephanie just now, she was hungry chest to back.

"Is there any food?" She asked nonchalantly.

"Madam, it's already past dinner time. I will prepare a bow! of seafoodnoodles for you." Mr. Arnold answered immediately.

"No need." Luther yanked Joyce over, “I'l take you out to eat.”Imperiana.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, at the top of the mountain,however, it was extremely luxurious inside. Without a premiummembership, you just could not walk in however much you have.Luther didn't know what was wrong with him that he would bring Joyceto such a place.

After Joyce had her dinner, he took Joyce into a private room on the topfloor of the clubhouse.

Felix Saunders, Mathew Fleming were all Luther's best friends.

One was the son of a real estate tycoon, and the other was an e-commerce newcomer.

The two of them were drinking and playing darts in the private room atthe time.

“Luther, it's the first time I've seen you bring a woman." Mathew wassurprised. What was wrong with this guy? Usually women were notallowed to stay by his side.

If they were just some outsiders, they might think Luther had somespecial tendencies.

Luther sat down next to the floor-to-ceiling window, and with the cliffand the hollow dark night in front of him, it was as if they would bedragged into this dark abyss.

He lighted a cigarette carelessly.

"She's my wife."00000