You Hit My Heart
Chapter 77

"Charlotte is pregnant, you two love each other, what am I in the middleof you two?" Joyce stared at Luther incredulously, "You're not in ahurry? Even if I can wait, can she wait?"

She's right.

He had decided to be responsible for Charlotte.

Also he had made up his mind to get a divorce.

But, he did not expect what happened today.

Apparently annoyed, Luther opened the mineral water bottle in his handwith such a great force that the water spilled out a lot, staining hisexpensive suit.

"Damn." He let out a low curse.

Joyce saw this and pulled a few napkins to help him wipe up.

She felt his solid chest, firm belly, long and slender legs.

She looked down and wiped carefully, completely unaware of thechanges in his eyes. In the darkness a small fire was lit up.

Luther really couldn't understand her. She said she wanted a divorce,but even if she did not do it intentionally, she kept using her soft andhands to ignite fires in his body.

He really didn't know whether she was just too naive or she was toogood at pretending.

“That's enough." He bellowed, stopping her from continuing to light thefire, fearing he would lose control in front of her.

For years, he had been able to restrain himself well, but she hadrepeatedly challenged his bottom line.

It put him on the verge of going off the rails from time to time.

"Oh."

Joyce was chagrined. She should not have rushed to help as always.Perhaps it was the experience of growing up in an orphanage, whereshe got help from so many people.

And she had always wanted to help as much as she could.

So, she always took the initiative to help others.

To ease the embarrassment.

As if she thought of something, she hurriedly took out the prizeenvelope that was just awarded to her.

She opened the large red envelope and took out the check inside."Wow, there's actually 500,000!" Joyce's beautiful eyes emerged with astarry glow, and a purely beautiful smile bloomed on her lips.

Luther looked at her with amusement. A mere half a million makes herhappy like this, she really loves money.

He just had to admit, her smile was so beautiful at this moment.Pristine, innocent, pure, unworldly, it was reminiscent of the flowers onthe alpine snowfields, clear and proud.

"Here you go."

Luther didn't expect Joyce to hand him the check.

He looked at her and did not know what she meant.

"Pay you back. Still owing you 300,000." Joyce narrowed her beautifuleyes and stuffed the check into his arms, "Since we're not going to theCivil Affairs Bureau, we'll go back to the group. It's a week, and I stillhave a lot of work to finish."

Luther had actually forgotten about the 800,000.

He thought that she agreed to come to the award ceremony becauseshe loved money.

He didn't realize that she was, in fact, trying to use the prize money shenearly took her life for to pay him back.

He held her bonus check in his hand and suddenly felt heavy.

He was never short of money, and 800,000 was a pittance to him.

At the moment.

He did not know what to say.

It looked awkward not to take the money.

But he would just feel a surge of pain and sadness in his heart when hethought about taking it.

With so much going on, she still thought about work.

Looking at her serious look, strange and complicated emotions filledthe heart.

He could not understand what they actually were.

Annoyed, he threw the check on the center console, stepped on thegas and drove toward the group headquarters.