You Hit My Heart
Chapter 32

Suburban inn.

Dimly lit, rosemary-scented room.

"There's only one room, sorry to put you to such inconveniencetonight.” Joyce done with the check-in process and walked in the doorwith him.

The room was not big, and the facilities were ordinary. There was onlyone bed, making it look like a love hotel. Faraway from the downtown, itwas good enough to replace a place to stay.

Luther sat on the edge of the bed with a medical kit he brought from hiscar. He took off his suit and unbuttoned his shirt.

Joyce asked in a low voice , "Are you injured?" She thought he gotinjuried because he was protecting herself while dodging bullets whichgrazed his arm. He was injured and still kept racing. It was not easy todo so.

Luther blushed slightly, "It's okay, I just need a break. It's too far out oftown and it'll take too long to drive back again. I'll have Aaron bringsomeone to pick us up in the morning."

The blood had dried up and the blood-stained shirt was stuck to hisarm, and when he uncovered it, it was the same as reopening thewound. He couldn't help but grit his teeth.

Joyce rummaged through the medical kit for iodine, hemostaticcoagulant, anti-inflammatory powder, and gauze.

“I'll do it." She dabbed some iodine with a cotton swab and wiped hiswound.

The wound was quite deep and the flesh on his arm was cut open.

He held back, with heavy sweat dripping down from his forehead.Gunshots, injuries.

Joyce was suspicious. she was also in a shootout last time and saved astrange man. That was how she lost her virginity. But there were fewmajor criminal cases in Khebury, almost none. Was it a coincidencethat it happened to her twice?

What could be the connection between Luther and the strange man shesaved last time?

"You always have a first aid kit in your car. You get chased a lot?" Sheasked tentatively.

She vaguely remembered that the man she saved last time had agunshot wound on his leg, and she wanted to confirm it sometime.Luther closed his eyes, "Are you afraid? There are too many peoplewho want me dead." He opened his eyes, and his gaze took was withchills. "Joyce, you're such a goodmarks woman, like a pro."

He remembered that the last time Joyce played darts with Felix andMathew, she shot all three darts together and hit double.

Not surprisingly, the one who wanted to assassinate him this time mustbe OGW.

He remembered the day when he got the marriage license, he sufferedthe first attack.

Was it a coincidence that Joyce approached him at this exact momentand married him under false pretenses? What kind of power could shehave? He had to re-examine if there was a conspiracy behind all this.Joyce was wrapping his wound with gauze.

She listened to his tone and it seemed not good.

Professional meant she was a professional killer? Oh, too funny.

The paranoia of the rich was re-occuring.

She deliberately tightened the gauze with great force.

The sudden pain made Luther grunt. Damn, this was a vengefulwoman.

“Luther, you are omnipotent. How come you haven't found out anythingabout me until now?" She voiced mockingly.

The bandage completed and she tied a fast knot. It gonna hurt him todeath.

She never called him “Luther”, which at this point just soundedsarcastic.

Violently, Luther rolled over and trapped her beneath him, cupping herchin with one hand.

His eyes were aggressive and the heavy breath sprayed on her face.He did send someone to check, however, her resume was blank for sixyears. Growing up in an orphanage, she made her six years expriencecompletely unknown after she left there.

Two years ago, she skipped a grade and got a special admissions toCunard University.

The fact that he couldn't replace out can only mean that the person whoerased her past experiences was not an idle person either. Who could itbe?

Joyce looked at him coldly.

Sure enough, that she helped him wrap his arm eventually harmherself. She regreted and should have let him cope with it himself."Why don't you resist?" Luther pressed his body down and closed onher.000000000000