You Hit My Heart
Chapter 1997: Special Preferences

Chapter 1997: Special Preferences

With lustrous black hair, flawless skin resembling polished jade, delicate features, and captivating eyes, Joyce possessed an indescribable charm in her every step. Despite being a mother of four children, her beauty had only intensified, and one couldn't tell she had given birth at all.

Approaching them, a staff member spoke, "Mr. Warner, the dress fits perfectly. There's no need for any alterations."

"Hmm," Luther's voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of huskiness. "All of you, leave."

The two staff members exchanged puzzled glances, unsure of what Mr. Warner meant. Were they dissatisfied with their wedding gown creations? Anxiety flashed across their faces.

Joyce also didn't understand Luther's intentions. She lowered her head to look at herself. "What's wrong? I think it looks good. Are you not satisfied?"

Luther's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

"Come here," he beckoned to her. Satisfied, he was unbelievably satisfied.

One of the staff members seemed to understand Mr. Warner's intentions. She gestured to the others to quickly leave, placing her hand behind her back.

Then, the staff member respectfully said, "Mr. Warner, we will deliver the remaining accessories another day. If you have any further requests for improvements, please contact us at any time. We'll take our leave now."

After speaking, the staff members quickly departed.

Luther waved his hand, and the security personnel followed suit, exiting the room.

He once again motioned for Joyce to come closer.

Confused, Joyce watched as the staff members and security personnel left one by one.

As she approached, Luther embraced her. Suddenly, she realized what he intended to do, but it was too late to resist. Why was she so foolish? He had sent everyone away, leaving the room empty. What else could he do??

And it wasn't the first time she had fallen for such a trick. Her reaction was simply too slow.

She bit her lip, widened her eyes, and looked at him slightly annoyed.

"I warn you, don't ruin the dress."

Luther's lips curled sensually as he chuckled softly.

"Alright."

He reached out and caressed her cheek, then followed the graceful lines of her neck, admiring her as if she were a precious piece of art. His eyes were filled with appreciation.

Next, he loosened his own tie and discarded it to the side, then silently looked at Joyce.

"Since you're afraid I'll ruin the dress, you can do it yourself."

Following that, he took out a box of condoms from his pocket and placed it on the coffee table.

The implication was clear.

Joyce's cheeks blazed, and she felt a wave of heat wash over her.

"You actually carry these with you?" She could hardly believe it. Was he prepared to sleep with her anytime, anywhere? It was too much!

Luther neither confirmed nor denied it. Indeed, he always kept them on hand. After the previous close call, he didn't want her to get pregnant again. Yet, she was too beautiful, and he couldn't resist her temptation. So, he was always prepared. In every room of the house-bathrooms, hot springs, study, office-and even on him, he had them ready. She just didn't know.

Joyce...

His demeanor made it impossible for her to deny him today. She worried that he might be rough, accidentally tearing the wedding dress and requiring it to be remade and fitted again. Not only was time pressing, but it would also be troublesome. It was better to go along with him.

She turned her face away and carefully unfastened her wedding dress until it was completely open. Under these circumstances, she couldn't resist at all.

There was no need for unnecessary resistance; it would only be a waste.

It was a lesson everyone understood.

Moreover, the security personnel were all stationed outside, and she didn't want to make it too embarrassing.

Luther reached out and pulled her waist, guiding her towards himself. With a gentle push, he laid her down on the spacious sofa. He gathered up the long train of her dress, lifting it up to her waist. "You're such a good girl, so beautiful..."

His sensual tone dissipated as their deep kiss began.

Afterward, thankfully, her clothes remained intact.

The couture wedding gown was tossed on the floor beside the sofa.

Joyce, now wearing her leisure attire, lay on the sofa, nestled in his arms. His heartbeat was fast, strong, and his slightly damp shirt clung perfectly to his exquisite physique, making her blush and her heart

race.

Although tired and still somewhat irritated, she felt extremely satisfied both physically and mentally. Their connection was perfect.

Luther gently smoothed her slightly damp long hair.

Breathing heavily, Joyce complained, "I won't try on anything in front of you ever again."

"Why?" he asked.

"Because you have a special uniform fetish?" Joyce couldn't help but question. In the past, whenever she put on a new military uniform, it would be mercilessly "ruined" by him. Every time she wore a new outfit, he would "spoil" it... and now even her wedding dress...

Luther lifted her chin, looking at her with an amused expression.

"Before, I didn't have one. But now, I do. Who taught you to be so tempting? You're the one corrupting me," he responded, his tone serious.

Joyce's mouth hung open, speechless. How did it become her responsibility? He was truly skilled at shifting blame and evading responsibility. It was first-class deflection.

She couldn't replace any words to retort.

Luther decided to pull her onto his lap, but she quickly moved away, keeping her distance. She glared at him fiercely.

"Forget it. I don't trust you anymore. Tonight, you're sleeping in another room. Period. No negotiations," Joyce declared sternly, her gaze fixed on him as she opened the security door and returned to the house from the living room.

Luther wore a pained expression. Not being able to hold her while sleeping was more uncomfortable for him than being imprisoned. It seemed she was truly angry today. Well, he had indeed gone too far just now. He knew they had already... just a little while ago...

He sighed, feeling sorry. "I promise I won't touch you tonight," he said, somewhat dejected.

"I don't need your promise. You're sleeping in another room tonight, and that's final," Joyce replied, glaring at Luther before storming off to her own room.

Luther wore a look of sorrow. Not being able to sleep while holding her... it was more uncomfortable than being in prison. It seemed she was genuinely angry this time. Well, he had indeed gone too far. He knew they had just ... last night and just now he just could not help it...