You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 1278

Joyce took a nap after the spa.

When I woke up, it was noon.

Luther was not around, she sat up from the bed and suddenly felt a little lost, and then she shook her head off.

How can you expect him to be by her side all the time? The brain is really burnt out.

A thermos was thoughtfully placed by the bed, and she took a few sips to moisten her throat.

Putting on a coat, she went out of the room and went to the first floor.

I didn't eat much for breakfast and felt a little hungry. It was almost noon, and Ivy was nowhere to be seen, and no lunch was prepared?

A little confused, she walked into the kitchen only to find Luther standing at the guide table, his back turned to the sink, and wondering what he was doing.

"What are you doing in the kitchen?"

She made a sudden sound behind her back, and Luther, who had been concentrating, was startled when the sharp blade cut across his index finger, cutting through a gash.

He frowned and hurriedly dropped the knife in his hand.

Joyce walked over to him and found that he had cut his finger and blood was coming out.

She exclaimed, " my God, you cut your finger! What are you doing in the kitchen and where's Ivy?"

With a low curse, she hurriedly retrieved the medical kit from the living room.

Step forward, grab his hand and rinse it off first against the faucet.

"Ivy, I sent her to buy sturgeon, the market is a bit far, so she's not back yet." He drew back his hand, "It's okay, just a little scratch. It's not a deep cut."

Joyce gave him a slight glare and yanked his hand over, "Even a small injury needs to be taken care of."