You Hit My Heart
Chapter 560

Suddenly, in the midst of the severe pain, a scene crossed his mind. Itwas the target practice range, it was Joyce shooting, her shooting wasunparalleled, and the result was 10.9 rings.

Although the scene only crossed his mind briefly, he saw it clearly thistime. The person in the picture was indeed Joyce.

“You've been to the target practice range?" He asked suddenly.

"Oh, you mean the Felix family's target practice range? Yes, you tookme there once. You took me to get my gun permit then. What, you canremember that?" Joyce asked.

She was surprised that Luther could remember such a thing. Perhapsseeing her shoot the air gun just now stimulated some deep memory inhis brain. Could it be that by repeating what happened in the past, itcould help him recover his memory?

"Only this one thing comes to mind. Can't think of the others.” Luthershook his head, his handsome face slightly distorted, and he looked stillvery painful. He could not remember much, but the headache was evenmore severe.

He rested his head on her shoulder, propped his forehead on onehand, and closed his eyes tightly.

“Don’t move, let me lean on your shoulder.”

His weight fell on her body and she stiffened, not moving again.

Night fell, and the sky was getting darker by the minute.

The salty sea breeze blew in gusts, bringing the humidity of the eveningand the incessant sound of rolling waves.

From a distance, they looked just like a couple, clinging to each otheron the beach, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the falling curtain.Luther's headache finally subsided completely and his face lookedslightly better before the sky went completely dark.

Feeling the weight on her shoulder suddenly lighten, Joyce twisted herhead around and asked him, "It doesn't hurt anymore?"

"Hmm." He nodded his head.

"We should go to dinner, we're already late, the restaurant is overthere.” Joyce pointed to a glass house built on the reef not far from thebeach. It was brightly lit like twinkling stars.

The two walked together towards the restaurant.

When they entered the restaurant, they found that everyone was sittingthere waiting for something, no one dared to eat anything withoutpermission. After all, the boss had not yet come.

Joyce raised her wrist to check the time, and they were half an hourlate. Were they just waiting for them with a hungry belly?

"Just eat up, don't wait for me."

Luther waved his hand gently and gestured for them to hurry up andstart eating.

"Thank you, President!"

The group shouted in unison, and then they all stood up and split up forfood in a flurry.

Today, the group had prepared a seafood buffet for them, and they hadthe whole restaurant on the first floor with a distant sea view. Therewere hundreds of kinds of food — king crab, sashimi, trout, champagne,and all kinds of high-class ingredients.

Luther took a seat next to the window, where he could see the sea andthe starry night. It was quite a perfect scene.

He glanced at Joyce and spoke lightly, "Get me some food and a glassof champagne.”

"Me?" Joyce looked around and reached out and pointed to herself,“You want me to get food for you?"

"Any question?" He raised an eyebrow.

Of course there was a problem! Why? Just now she had borrowed himher shoulder for more than half an hour, and now her shoulder was inpain. Why would he want her to bring him food? Didn't he have his ownlegs?

Joyce pouted her lips, dissatisfied, “Why, I ..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she was already interrupted byJuanita.

"Boss what do you want to eat, I'll go get it for you.” Juanita smiled sobrightly that it was hard to refuse her.

"Just anything will do, thanks.” Luther politely returned.

Juanita pressed Joyce back to the seat opposite Luther, "Our greatdesigner, you've worked hard, so you will have to have a good rest. I'llgo get you food."