You Hit My Heart
Chapter 545

Throughout the trip, no one dared to speak again.

Luther blocked the way from the aisle seat, and Joyce sat against thewindow awkwardly. Just now she did not have time to react, and shewas rudely pushed inside.

She could see that anger was written all over his handsome face."Can't you sit somewhere else? There is an entire row of seats for you,and I want to sit with Juanita.” Joyce said icily. Only God could knowwhat this man in front of her was going to do again, and she did notwant to keep looking at his gloomy face. If she had known, she mightas well not go with them. To begin with, she couldn't even finish herwork.

As soon as Juanita heard Joyce mention her name, she felt a chilldown her spine and a cold breeze swishing around.

“Joyce, you should at least look at the boss's livid face. I don’t want toget involved this time, please,” Juanita prayed inwardly. The livid faceof the boss seemed like he wanted to skin them all alive...

In fact, Juanita certainly understood what the boss meant. There werejust so many male colleagues around Joyce, so he would certainly feeljealous when he saw them. Now he must be quite angry.

"Get out of the way." Joyce saw that Luther did not respond and said itagain. She had almost got up and tried to leave.

"Sit tight. The car is moving."

Luther placed his palms on Joyce's long, beautiful thighs and pressedher back into her seat with one hand.

His hand was now deep down her thigh in an ambiguous manner,almost touching her private part. The strange touch, as if an electriccurrent was sent through his body, instantly made him breathless.

He didn't mean to do it. He just happened to misplace his hand.

Joyce felt embarrassed at once, and her cheeks flushed unnaturally."Take your hands away." She tangled up her eyebrows andreprimanded in a low voice, hastily throwing his restless hands away.Luther was also a little awkward. He cast a glance at her phone, wherethe game was still running. He took it over directly, so fast that Joycecouldn't grab it in time.

"What game are you playing?"

As he asked, he scanned the summary page on the screen.Extraordinary damage, terrific support, and a KD ratio of over 40.

He glanced at her lightly, "I can't see that you still like to play this kindof games."

He had also heard of all the popular games of the day. For one thing,Mathew also liked to play these games, and he naturally heard aboutthem from him. Secondly, the group also had a branch dedicated togame development, which had generated quite a lot of revenue for thegroup.

"Heh, you seem to be pretty good at it? Looks like you're not only goodat darts, but you're also good at games. No wonder they're all aroundyou." His words were sarcastic. Joyce was such a charming woman,with an aura of attraction. At first it was Justin, then Christian, and thenall the male colleagues in the team. Almost everyman fell in front of her.Playing games was also a means of making friends, and she was sucha great player, so she would only attract more men in the future.Luther's heart choked with panic. Damn it, she was attracting all thosebutterflies everywhere, one after the other, incessantly, and he couldn'teven manage it.

In fact, he didn't care to go to any seaside town.

Just now, under the impulse of anger, all he wanted to do was to keep aclose eye on Joyce, so that other men would not touch her again.

Now that she could do such a thing under his nose, did he just have tolock her up in the house?

How could he have such a ridiculous idea? Damn it!