You Hit My Heart
Chapter 1653: You'Re Not A Local

Chapter 1653: You're Not a Local

Joyce walked into the emergency room, where people were bustlingback and forth.

She stood there for a moment and reached out to grab a doctor whowas coming out of the emergency room.

She asked, "Excuse me, is the elderly man who was brought instable?"

"How is my grandfather doing?" came a deep voice from behind almostat the same time.

Joyce was taken aback and instinctively turned her head.

The man who had just gotten out of the luxury car turned out to be thegrandson of the old man. The old man seemed either wealthy orinfluential, and the grandson was just as ostentatious.

It was the first time the man got a close look at Joyce's appearance; hehad only seen her back before. He was shocked by her beauty. Hereyes were like obsidian, with subtly arched eyebrows that gave her asharp and heroic look. The corners of her eyes and lips were also full ofcharm, combining all the beautiful qualities in one person.

Not only was she beautiful, but she was also kind-hearted, helping astranger in need.

The man took off his sunglasses, not hiding his amazed gaze.

Joyce glanced at him and was also slightly surprised when he took offhis sunglasses. This man had rare phoenix eyes, which were in perfectproportion to his handsome face. No wonder he dyed his hair silver; itgave him a foxy charm.

In short, he was very attractive, the type that most women would flockto.

Having seen many handsome men, Joyce merely glanced at himwithout much interest.

At this moment, the doctor answered them, "He is no longer in danger.The rescue was timely. Wait for about an hour, and he will wake up,then you can go in and see him."

Upon hearing that the old man was safe, Joyce turned to leave.However, the man suddenly reached out an arm to stop her.

"Miss, wait. I heard from the paramedic that you saved my grandfather.”“It was just lending a hand," Joyce responded indifferently.

"How could that be? Sudden cardiac arrest only has a few minutes ofrescue time. If it weren't for you, my grandfather's life would have beenin danger. I want to thank you properly.” The man reached out his handto Joyce.

“I'm Reuben Tanaka. May I know your name? Could you give me yourphone number?" The man's lips curved into a smile, his gazecaptivating, as if emitting an electric charge. It was the first time he hadtaken the initiative to ask a woman's name.

Little did he know that Joyce had no intention of giving him face.

She didn't shake hands and coldly refused, “I would save anyone. Youdon't need to thank me. You don't need to know who I am because wewon't meet again.”

Reuben's face immediately fell, his pride shattered.

At that moment, the female bodyguard beside him couldn't help butspeak in dissatisfaction, "How can you talk to His... to the Young Masterlike this?"

"Yoshino, you shouldn't be unreasonable to someone who saved ourlives," Reuben reprimanded.

"Yes," Grizela Yoshino respectfully nodded, her face full of respect.Their actions and demeanor made Joyce look at them a few moretimes.

From their attire to their attitude, they were different from the people ofPascaylia. She had a feeling that they were not from Pascaylia but fromRohomes. It was strange why there were always people from Rohomesappearing in Pascaylia recently.

It was inevitable to suspect that something was happening or about tohappen behind the scenes.

Reuben stopped Joyce again, “It's okay if you don't tell me your name,but I still have to thank you. Saving a life is such a significant thing."

"If you're looking for repayment, then there was no need to save a lifein the first place," Joyce replied coolly, linking her arm and glancing ather watch. "I have to go now. Please don't block me. If you have thetime, you should pay more attention to your grandfather. The child whowants to support his parents will not wait for them. Spend more timewith the elderly.”

Reuben smiled, "You've given me advice, and I will remember it. Butthe doctor just said that we have to wait for about an hour before wecan go in. I can't see my grandfather now. You don't want to tell meyour name, and you don't want to give me your phone number. Youdon't even accept my gratitude. How can I feel at ease?"

He pointed outside the door, "At least let me invite you for a cup ofcoffee. This request isn't too much, right?"

There was a TOSTA coffee shop next to the hospital.

Joyce raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, and didn't refuseagain.

"Okay."

They arrived at the coffee shop.

Reuben asked, "What kind of coffee do you drink?"

“Iced latte,” Joyce replied as she sat down by the window.

"I'l have an iced Americano,” Reuben said to Grizela.

“Yes, Young Master," Grizela turned and went to order the coffee.Joyce glanced at Grizela's straight figure and then looked at Reuben'ssilver hair.

In a cool tone, she asked, "You're not locals, are you?"

Reuben was a little surprised, "Oh, is it that obvious?"

He was indeed from Rohomes, but he also had half Pascaylia blood.His mother was from Pascaylia, so his grandfather was also inPascaylia.

Joyce smiled without saying anything, but it wasn't obvious. She wasjust more sensitive.

“You have a keen observation,” Reuben praised. "What do you do for aliving?"

"Don't inquire about things that are none of your business,” Joycereplied, her lips curling without courtesy.

"Okay," Reuben shrugged, looking helpless.

At that moment, Grizela brought the coffee and placed it in front ofthem.

Joyce picked up her latte and inserted a straw into it. In front ofReuben, she drank it in one gulp.

Reuben was stunned by the speed.

Then she placed the empty cup on the table, stood up, and said,“Thank you for the coffee. I have something to do and need to leave."After speaking, she didn't look back, turned around, and left.

She left Reuben sitting there, shocked and unable to recover for awhile.

She had given him face by coming out for a cup of coffee, but she hadno intention of talking to him. She drank the coffee in one gulp, noteven leaving him any time. She simply walked away, leaving him withno excuse to stop her. Her actions were truly decisive!

Grizela stomped her foot in anger, "Your Highness, she's so rude totreat you like this."

It should be noted that Reuben was the prince of Rohomes, the mostlikely successor to the next emperor. From childhood to adulthood, hewas admired by thousands of people. When had he ever received suchtreatment or been given such a cold shoulder?

Reuben leaned on his chin, looking thoughtful as he watched Joyce'sfigure disappear into the distance.

Interesting, it was truly fascinating.

He murmured to himself, "She must not be an ordinary person. Hertemperament is outstanding. Yoshino, go and replace out who she is. Iwant to know her name, address, background, and all the informationrelated to her.”

"Yes," Grizela respectfully nodded.