You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 226

"I'm tired, I need to sleep a little longer!" He laid down beside her, wrapped an arm smoothly around

her waist, closed his eyes, and said, "You too, sleep a little longer."

"I don't want to sleep. I …" Before she could finish her sentence, there was a "gurgling" sound in her

stomach.

The house was too quiet, and the sounds were clearly audible.

Joyce was so embarrassed that she tucked her head under the covers, but she was actually starving.

She did not eat properly in the previous two days at the police station and the detention center,

because Grandma just passed away, and she felt so sad.

Luther helplessly sat up from the blanket. He wanted to sleep again, but now it seemed not possible.

He walked out of the room and not long after, brought up breakfast from downstairs and placed it in

front of Joyce.

Joyce stretched her hand out from the covers with difficulty and tried to reach for it.

At that moment, she saw Luther using a spoon to serve a spoonful of porridge. He put it next to his

mouth, blew it a few times, and brought it to her lips.

Joyce froze and said, "Nothing’s wrong with my hand, I can do it myself."

Just after the words were said, the spoon had been shoved into her mouth in its entirety.

Stuffed to the brim.

"Hmm." She was forced to eat it all.

"Open your mouth." Luther fed her another mouthful.

"…" Joyce felt that Luther was actually very domineering.

The vegetable porridge was lightly salted and very smooth in the mouth. She did crave something light

at this time.

"Where did you get the porridge, Aaron went to buy it?" Joyce asked as she ate, "It tastes pretty good.

Aren't you eating?"

Luther glanced at her and fed her another spoonful.

In fact, the vegetable porridge was made by him when she was alone in the bathroom and he went

downstairs to make it himself. He didn't know how to cook, but once upon a time, he learned how to

make porridge to take care of his grandmother.

After feeding her a mouthful, then, he took a spoonful for himself.

Joyce's eyes widened as she watched him eat the spoonful of porridge with the spoon she had just

used. Her delicate face twisted, "This spoon, it's the one I just used. Can't you get another spoon?"

He's not a clean freak? He didn’t mind using the same spoon she used?

Eating directly from the spoon she used…

Clearly, it didn’t look right but what could be the problem actually…

Luther took two spoonfuls of porridge. When he heard Joyce questioning him, he then scooped a

spoonful of porridge and shoved it directly into Joyce's mouth.

"Just eat, what’s all the fuss. Did you not just ask me to eat?"

After saying that, he took a few more himself.

Just like that, they shared the same bowl of porridge and soon finished it all.

Joyce felt full, the hot porridge warmed her body and heart, and she now felt comfortable all over. Even

the wound on her back did not hurt so much.

She lay lazily, her eyes closed.

Suddenly, she felt a chill on her back.

It was Luther who lifted her shirt.

She was just about to struggle.

"Don't move, I'll dress your wound again." Behind her, came Luther's low voice. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

He dipped his finger into the ointment and gently touched her already scabbed wound.

Luckily…

The wound was not too deep.

"Yesterday's medicine was bought by Aaron from a store and won’t work really well. This morning

Aaron asked Jamie to send a special wound medicine. I'll use the new one this time, and the wound

will recover much faster."

He carefully applied the ointment over and over and over again.

His long, slender fingers came and went behind her back.