You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 19

Shelly stepped on her Chanel heels and scuffled up to the front, cursing, "Bitch, how dare you cheat on

my brother and fool around with another man!"

It caught Joyce off guard.

She turned around, stepped forward, and tugged Shelly, lowering her voice, "Stop it, I'll explain later.

Leave now."

"Why? I'm not going to leave, I'm going to expose you here today! You cunning woman, what method

did you use to charm my brother, and you still don't know enough. And also with wild men ..."

When Shelly's eyes fell on Justin, all words choked.

She froze for a long time before she was able to say anything, "Justin?!"

Then Shelly was crying tears of joy and rushed forward, hugging Justin tightly, "Justin, I can't find you

no matter how hard I look. Your family won't say where you've been!"

Justin, who she had known since childhood, had always been her dream. Since she was a child, she

vowed to marry Justin, no other man could ever enter her eyes since. But just two years ago, Justin

seemed to evaporate from the earth, she could not find him no matter how hard she tried.

She never thought that she would meet him here today.

Justin's good-looking brow furrowed slightly as he pushed Shelly away without a trace.

Shelly then realized he was in a wheelchair and exclaimed, "Justin, what happened to your leg?"

Who was it that made her gentle and elegant Justin look like this?

Shelly stood up angrily, looked at Justin, then at Joyce, and questioned, "How do you know each

other? Why are you at the hospital? Is it you, Joyce, who did this to him?"

Shelly was furious and grabbed Joyce by the hair.

"Stop it!" Justin sternly stopped, "Shelly! Let go! Joyce is my fiancée. No rudeness." Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

"What! Fiancée!"

Shelly almost screamed, thinking she had heard wrong.

Joyce knew it was over and looked dejected. She felt powerless and could not stop it. Things had

gotten completely out of hand.

"Fiancee? That's ridiculous! She's a liar! Justin, you mustn't be fooled by her." Shelly was frantic. How

could Justin like Joyce? She was going to be his wife.

"First she cheated on my brother and married him as she wanted! And now she's cheating on you!"

Joyce was married to Luther?

Justin gave a hard shake and looked at Joyce incredulously.

Joyce hurriedly waved her hands, incoherent, "Yes, no, not ... not what you think."

She was so anxious that she rushed forward, but Justin pushed his wheelchair back a step and

avoided her.

What she feared most, still happened.

"Justin, I can explain," Joyce said helplessly.

"How do you want to explain it? You've got your feet in two boats and you continue to make up stories?

You lied to my brother and then to Justin! I'm going to teach you a lesson today, bitch!" Shelly was so

angry that her whole face turned purple. She felt like her chest was about to explode, and she raised

her hand and tried to slap Joyce.

Joyce didn't dodge, ready to take it.

Yes, she was at fault.

It's all her fault that things had come to this point.

"Stop it!"

With a stern cry, Shelly's raised hand was squeezed tightly by a man.

The man's face was chiseled and clearly shaped, showing the extraordinary temperament of the owner.

It was Luther.

"Brother. Why are you helping that bitch …" Shelly was resentful after her hand was shaken off hard by

Luther.

"Shut up. Get back in there, right now!"

Luther's voice was harsh and unmistakable.

Shelly saw Luther's gloomy face, and it was like a storm was coming. She dared not speak again.

She stomped her heels hard, anxious and angry, but there was nothing she could do but turn around

and leave in anger.

It's just that since she tore through Joyce's disguise today, she was sure her brother won't let Joyce off

the hook easily.

The surrounding area fell into a dead silence.

So quiet that even the rustling sounds of the wind blowing through the leaves could be clearly heard.

Joyce closed her eyes helplessly, not even daring to breathe, her mind a muddle, her heart panicked

and unable to control the pounding heartbeat.

The thing that she feared the most still happened. And there was no worse situation than this.

Justin and Luther looked at each other, silent and still, for what seemed like a century.

The two were also acquainted with each other as children, and they never expected to meet each other

in this way one day.

Justin looked calm yet Luther’s face looked cold and serious.

Between men, sometimes all it took was just a look to get the message across.

"Long time no see." Luther's voice was as cold as ice.