You Hit My Heart
Chapter 21

Sure enough, Justin was missing.

Joyce searched him over and over again, and already checked evreyplace in the hospital, asked every people as much as possible.Exhausted, she fell to the ground.

The dark clouds covered the moon and the dim streetlights made hershadow extra long.

Justin can't be found anywhere. It's like he's vanished in this world.The surgery was in tomorrow and Justin was still missing.

She felt frustrated.

Her efforts and the suffering she'd endured for a long time all wentdown in the drain.

Luther looked at Joyce who was sitting on the floor in front of him.She huddled and buried her head deep into her knees. Her hairscattered down her slightly trembling shoulders. Was she crying?Luther just felt uncomfortable, and Justin had been missing for almosttwo years.

What happened with Justin? How can she be so sad?

Joyce looked up and took a deep breath. Sitting there, it seemed thatshe couldn't think at all.

She did not cry.

There are no tears, because she cannot cry. Her heart is like beingstubbed by a knife, feeling infinite emptiness and confusion.

Luther had never seen her like this before.

With bleak, sluggish feeling, she looks more melancholy at themoment, but with extreme attraction

He can't help but want to love her.

He took a deep breath and resisted his urge to pick her up.

“Is it necessary to pretend to be sad? If your "funder" is gone, you canstill replace the next one."

He wanted to comfort her, but his words hurt.

He didn't mean it. He was angry about himself and didn't know what itis for.

Why was she upset? Wasn't he richer than Justin, and wasn't R&SGroup more powerful than JAXAH Corporation Bank?

Justin did have the title of a refined nobleman in the upper circles, andthere were many celebrities who were after Justin. He knew his sister isone of them. But isn't he more facially attractive than Justin?

What the hell was he thinking. How could he demean himself andcompare with Justin? What a lunatic!

Joyce has long been numb and immune to Luther's sarcasm.

She slowly stood up and patted the dust on her body. Her face wasexpressionless, "Let's go."

"to where?"

Luther stupefied.

"Go home. Shelly is here today to stay with Grandma for the infusion,right? Grandma must have already gone home. If we don't go back,Grandma will get suspicious.” Joyce rubbed her sore arm as shewalked out.

When she got into the car, she tried to put on her seat belt.

But she found her hands were shaking so much that she pressed thelatch several times and couldn't get it in.

“Let me help you."

Luther's big palm touched her cold hand and pressed it gently. "click"The seat belt was fastened. She was clearly in pain, but she has topretend as if nothing was wrong, making Luther feel sad.

She was so close to him that she could smell his ordor that belonged tohim.

Her cold hand was suddenly wrapped by his hands.

Joyce instinctively retracted her hand and leaned her body back.Expressionlessly, she said, “Thank you.”

Her detached behavior and indifferent expression disturbed himimmensely.

Joyce inclined her head to look out the window, "Don't worry, whathappened today will not affect you. The promise to Grandma, I willfulfill.”

She stopped talking. Her eyes looked blankly out the window. Thelights and neon glittered, seemingly far away from her.

Luther pressed down hard on the gas pedal, full of depression withnowhere to vent.0l0