You Hit My Heart
Chapter 90

“Don't think I'm a saint. I just, don't want to do it with you when you'renot sober.” His voice was a little dark and depressing, "Now, you'resober. You don't need to thank me. It is time to make up for my loss lastnight."

Her heart pounded.

What could his words mean? Make it up to him with what? With herbody?

He was getting closer and closer, unavoidable.

"The effect of the drug should not be gone completely yet. Need me tohelp you?" He pressed wickedly against her ear, teasing.

She was suddenly unable to speak again, simply because his lips werealready infinitely close to hers, with only the slightest gap. It felt like ifshe said one more word, she might touch his lips at any moment.

The memory of last night's fiery kiss came flooding back. His lips weresoft and skillful, almost melting her, and she, who had always beenbold, was so scared at the moment that she could barely breathe.

In the end, Luther's lips did not fall.

He was just so close to her.

He said seriously word by word, “I didn't touch you because I had beendrugged too. I've experienced that feeling, and I've done things that Ishouldn't have done because of it. Now, I regret it. If I had touched youlast night, would you regret it now?"

He resisted the urge to kiss her hard, knowing that once he did, hecould not guarantee that he would stop.

The last time when he was drugged, he and Charlotte had sex and thena child.

He couldn't say how he felt, and perhaps, he really regretted it.

But what has happened could not be changed.

After hearing what Luther said.

Her breathing stopped for a moment.

Her brain also stopped thinking and buzzed, leaving only a few wordsthat kept circling her ears.

He had been drugged?

He had been drugged?

He had been drugged?

And he had done things that he shouldn't have done?

So, it was just likely that he was just the man she saved at the time?Was he?

She had repeatedly suspected it before but unfortunately she failed todistinguish it from his leg injury.

Was it actually him after all these?

However, he said it clearly and unambiguously.

He regretted it now.

Was it because of Charlotte? Because he loved Charlotte so much thathe regretted having sex with another woman after he was drugged atthe time?

That's what it meant, right?

Besides, they had a child now.

Joyce finally got her thoughts back.

First, she would try to figure out if it was him or not that night.However, even if it was just him.

There was no need for her to tell him the truth.

Because he said he regretted it.

Why bother.

He had a fiancée and a child, so what was her involvement in it?There was no need to let him know that it was actually her that night.It's just the loss of virginity, which was nothing in this day and age.Knowing who it was and what happened that night, she was relieved.Let's pretend that nothing ever happened.

"Anyway, thank you for last night." Joyce slowly lowered her head, notwanting to look directly at him.

He saw how she wandered off for a long time, did not answer hisquestions, and looked down evasively.

He snorted softly, having the feeling that he had hit himself in the faceonce again, so why should he ask more questions? Of course, shewould regret it. Last night she would rather kill herself than allow him totouch her.

The hideous scars on her arms were still there, now only a stingingreminder.

In her heart, there was only Justin.

Thinking about it, he felt was incomparably annoyed.