You Hit My Heart
Chapter 1700: The Most Basic Trust

Chapter 1700: The Most Basic Trust

Joyce wrapped one hand around his neck and placed the other on hishandsome face, her slender fingers tracing his strong features.

The living room was dimly lit, accentuating his exceptional elegance."Did you expect to encounter so many things when you returned toKhebury?" she asked softly. "Don’t worry too much. I'm just speculating.Maybe it's just a coincidence and has nothing to do with us."

Luther caught her small hand and pressed his nose against it, almosttouching her. "If you keep touching me like that, I won't be able tocontrol myself."

She chuckled softly, “What will happen if you can't control yourself?"Pulling him down, she took the initiative to kiss his razor-sharp lips."Like this?"

Luther was momentarily stunned but quickly shifted from being passiveto active. "You've been influenced by bad things."

He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her onto his lap, andtheir long, passionate kiss lasted for a long time, until both werebreathless.

Embracing each other, she nestled in his arms, feeling his heartpounding strongly, beat after beat.

Luther gently caressed her, his hand coming to rest on her smallabdomen, covering it gently, silently feeling.

Lately, he had been restraining himself because he had noticedchanges in her body.

During their kiss just now, he didn't make any more intrusive moves. Hefeared that his excitement would harm her and the baby.

Although the intense heat surged within him, having her in his armswas already enough.

Joyce looked down at her slightly rounded belly, which was notnoticeable when she wore loose clothing. She placed her hand on topof his.

“This is our first time feeling them grow together," she said softly.Luther paused for a moment. Yes, Anderson and Alisha's births weremoments he and Joyce couldn't experience and accompany. It hadalways been his biggest regret. But this time, could he really do it? Hiseyes darkened, and his expression gradually grew gloomy.

Joyce noticed Luther's change in mood and lifted her head to ask, "Ididn't mean to blame you. Don't overthink. I've long since let go of thepast.”

She silently added in her heart. When he took the unknown drug fromOtis, when he was stabbed in the abdomen and lost a lot of blood,when his life was in danger, she only blamed herself for not forgivinghim earlier and missed those years they could have spent together.Luther softly replied, "I'm not overthinking."

However, her tolerance and love eased his low spirits to a large extent.Suddenly, his eyes brightened, and he seemed to ignite withexcitement. “They moved, they moved!"

His hand, resting on her belly, felt a slight movement.

"How is that possible? It's still early, right?" Joyce knew he wasreferring to fetal movements. But she had asked the doctor, and fetalmovements were usually meaningful after 28 weeks. However, fetalmovements could start between the 18th and 20th week of pregnancy.She hadn't reached 18 weeks yet. But the doctor had also mentionedthat for some sensitive people, feeling fetal movements at 14 weekswas possible.

“It's true," Luther exclaimed excitedly, his voice trembling.

"They moved again, they moved again!" he exclaimed, just now he hadbeen a bit uncertain himself. After all, he had never experienced fetalmovements before. But this time, he truly felt the faint movements.

It was like a small sprout gently pushing against his palm.

This feeling melted his heart.

"Really? Let me feel too."

Joyce anxiously moved his hand away. She herself had never felt fetalmovements. Thinking back over the past few days, she did feel a rollingsensation in her belly. She had always thought it was an upsetstomach, but it turned out to be the precursor to fetal movements.Luther moved his hand away and gently placed it on top of hers. "Here,feel it."

Joyce held her breath and waited patiently.

However, she waited for a long time and still didn't feel any fetalmovements. She couldn't help but furrow her brows. “Are you sure? Ididn't feel anything.”

"It's impossible. It definitely happened just now. It moved twice, I felt it,"Luther insisted.

He held her even tighter. "Wait a little longer. Let me carry you to bed."He princess-carried her, walking to the bedroom. With a flick of his longlegs, he closed the door. Then he placed her gently on the bed, lyingher down.

Joyce always held onto his neck and pulled him down to lie on the bedwith her.

Nestled in his embrace, she gently stroked her small belly.

Suddenly, she felt it-the faint movement in her belly.

Excitement overwhelmed her, and she couldn't replace the words toexpressher feelings. Her voice got caught in her throat. It was real, itwas fetal movement!

Luther saw her face light up and quickly asked, "Did you feel it?"Joyce nodded excitedly. "Yes, they moved again. Oh my, they movedonce more!"

Luther gently removed her hand and caressed her abdomen. "My littleones, how mischievous you are.”

Leaning down, he pressed his cheek against her belly, feeling thewarmth in this intimate moment.

"You have to be good, don't trouble your mommy. She's working sohard." He pointed at her belly, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Joyce chuckled.

She pushed him playfully. “I'm not working that hard. But you, whathave you been busy with lately? You've been coming home late all thetime."

Luther paused, lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling, lost inthought for a moment.

Joyce rested against his chest, one hand encircling his waist. "I wasjust asking casually. You don't have to answer. I know Alisha's situationhas put a lot of pressure on you. I'll patiently wait for you to give me theresults.”

Luther reached out and held her hand, his large palm enveloping hers.He suddenly asked, "No matter what I've done, will you still believe inme?"

Joyce's body stiffened slightly. She remembered the previous timewhen she smelled perfume on his clothes and found a faint lipstickmark on his sleeve. Her intuition told her that he had been in contactwith other women. And now, with his tone, it was clear that he washiding something from her. What exactly was he doing with that otherwoman, coming home late repeatedly? If it was just work-relatedmatters, why didn't he tell her? What was the matter that hedeliberately concealed from her?

However, it didn't matter.

She propped herself up and rested her chin on her hand, looking at himseriously.

She made a promise, word by word, "Yes. I promise. No matter whatyou've done, I will believe in you. We have been through so muchtogether. This is the most basic trust. I will always stand by your side."Luther looked at her, his black eyes flickering with gratitude, crossingpaths with her gaze.

He suddenly flipped over and pressed her beneath him.

His breathing intensified. "I didn't plan on troubling you. You must betired today. I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself..."

After speaking, he passionately sealed her lips with his own, his fierybody completely enveloping her.

She wrapped her arms around him, accepting the passion and fervorhe gave her.

Tonight, the darkness grew deeper.