You Hit My Heart
Chapter 537

Joyce's heart skipped a beat, but then she thought, "So what if Luthersaw it? Anyway, they were about to go their separate ways.

At this moment, Luther stood at the intersection, his long body blockingJoyce's way, his handsome features shrouded in gloom.

Close by, she could even feel a suffocating burst of negative airpressure emanating from his body.

Luther saw everything just now. At the moment he did not look atJoyce, his dark eyes stared straight at Christian, who was half leaningagainst the wall not far away.

Joyce swept a glance at Christian out of the corner of her eye.

The usually lazy-looking Christian at the moment turned pretty seriousand his smile gradually disappeared.

It was the first time she had ever seen Luther and Christian face toface.

The two men were now looking at each other, and there seemed to besparks shooting out. Their expressions were gloomy and appalling, andit was as if they wanted to devour each other.

Joyce drew a cold breath. Although she guessed that there must be adeep beef between Luther and Christian, she was still apprehensivewhen she saw them face to face for the first time today.

She did not want to get involved in their disputes.

While their swords were drawn and they were ready to go to war, shewanted to hurry up and leave, not wanting to get involved in the strifebetween them.

However, just as she took a step, she was swept up into Luther's arms."Where do you want to go?" His voice was icy, and he took a napkinout of his pocket, tackling her jaw with one hand and wiping her cheekhard with the napkin with the other, with a look of disgust.

Joyce couldn't get away, he wiped the spot where Christian had justkissed, so he must have seen it all.

She didn't want to explain either and angrily scolded, "Let go of me."Luther did not listen to her. The hard rubbing made her cheeks slightlyred, and she felt that if he gave even just slightly more force it couldscratch her skin. However, he kept rubbing it until he felt satisfied, andthen he let go of her jaw.

"Oh, Mr. Warner is so narrow-minded, treating the woman who is aboutto be not his own, he refuses to let go." Christian gave a carelesssarcastic laugh with a disdainful expression.

"What are you doing here?" Luther snorted coldly.

"Yo, Mr. Warner is finally willing to open his golden mouth, it's beenyears since he's talked to me." The corners of Christian's lips lifted in asmirk.

“Let's go." Luther pulled Joyce and turned to go.

"What, a woman you don't want that I can't take over? Tsk, to behonest, she tastes so good and evocative. I really want to go further ..."Christian said slowly as he bowed his head and fiddled with the leopardhead ring on his middle finger, "I'll wait another ten days either way,after that she's mine."

"Don't you dare!"

Such explicit and ambiguous words instantly angered Luther, his fiststightly closed, and his rigid knuckles cackling in a silence.

"Why don't I? Does Mr. Warner still want to keep them both aroundyou?" Christian sneered, "You don't even ask the lady next to you ifshe's willing?"

“You guys keep talking and leave me out of it." Joyce tried to leave,pushing back hard, but she couldn't break free of Luther's shackles.“You let go." Anger ignited her crystal eyes. She felt like a commodity,being played with recklessly by the two shamelessly arrogant men infront of her. Just neither of them was anything good.

"How do you know him?" Instead of letting go, Luther increased thestrength in his hands and squeezed her firmly.