You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 242

Joyce and Luther returned to their residence in the city from their private cemetery.

After entering the residence, Joyce was finally relieved. It was just such a nightmare to be surrounded

by the media frenzy.

She leaned weakly against the wall and took off her shoes while breathing a long sigh of relief.

Suddenly, she felt a tug on her back, followed by a burst of hot, stinging pain.

She hurriedly stood up straight, not daring to lean her back against the wall again. When she was

surrounded by reporters just now, one of them pulled her behind, causing her wound to crack again.

Before she was too nervous to feel pain, but now after she relaxed both physically and mentally, the

pain was literally killing her.

Luther caught a glimpse of Joyce frowning and biting her lower lip lightly, and he knew what happened

from her stoic expression and stiff body.

He jerked Joyce up in his arms and strode towards the second-floor room.

Joyce only had time to whimper. She was already carried into the room and placed on the soft bed.

"Is it the wound? Let me see it." As Luther spoke, he had taken off her black shirt.

"Hey, you!" Joyce was already powerless to stop it. Now he had almost gotten used to taking off her

clothes, and he didn’t even bother to ask her about her opinion.

His slightly cool fingers, tracing over her soft spine, stroked around her wound, "Luckily, it's only

cracked in one place. The rest of it is recovering well, Jamie's wound medicine does work very well."

He said, he took out the iodine disinfectant, gauze, and wound medicine from the bedside table.

Then, he dipped a cotton swab into iodine volts, carefully disinfected her wound, and then reapplied the

ointment.

The ointment was cool and refreshing, and his movements were gentle and slow. It was so comfortable

that she couldn't help but whimper.

Maybe she was tired after being surrounded by all the reporters in the morning, or maybe it was

because the pain of the wound was relieved, she felt relaxed all over.

Surprisingly, she fell asleep under his gentle touch.

Take a nap…

Joyce woke up with a start. Damn it, she was asleep!

She still had important things to do, and she hurriedly looked up at the time on her bedside table.

Fortunately, there was still time and she felt relieved. She was almost late for something important.

"Awake?"

In the room, came the faint magnetic voice of Luther.

She turned her head to look over, only to see his entire body sunken on the sofa. The curtains were

half-close, and it was still raining outside. The bright light was reflected on his profoundly contoured

handsome face, making it more chiseled and perfect.

On his long, slender lap rested a slim laptop.

"You're dealing with work?" Joyce couldn't help but ask when she saw his serious and rigorous look.

Could it be that, after she fell asleep, he had been in the room with her? Such a feeling was strange.

"Hmm. Almost done." He typed quickly on the keyboard with his long fingers, quickly ending the task at

hand and closing the computer.

"Help me dress my wound, I need to go out," Joyce said. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Luther stood up from the sofa, walked to the bedside, knocked the back of her head with his finger, and

said with slight annoyance, "You already went to the funeral this morning, what are you doing running

around instead of sleeping properly? Do you still want to be surrounded by all those reporters?"

"No, I really have something important to do." Joyce frowned lightly and rubbed the back of her head.

Really, he was lecturing her like a child.

"What’s that? What is more important than your wound? Stay at home and wait for the wound to heal

before you get out of bed." He snorted lightly in dissatisfaction.