You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 1701

Chapter 1701: Old Friends

In the middle of the night, Luther, satisfied, fell asleep exhausted, holding Joyce in his arms.

As he slept deeply, he faintly heard the vibration of his phone. He abruptly woke up, not wanting to disturb Joyce. He quickly pressed the side of his phone and switched it to silent mode. In the darkness, he picked up the phone and glanced at the screen. When he saw it was a call from Athena, his black eyes suddenly grew darker than the night.

That damn woman, causing trouble again?

He no longer felt sleepy and got up, putting on his clothes and walking to the window in the living room. He dialed Athena's number, lowering his voice impatiently, "Hello, what do you want?"

After listening, his face grew even darker. "Fine, I got it."

After hanging up the phone, he clenched his fist, then fiercely smashed it against the wall next to the window. The wallpaper, of good quality and soft, didn't make much noise when struck. However, his knuckles were somewhat injured.

He paid no attention to the pain; his heart was filled with anger.

Outside the window, the night was pitch black, silent and still. Moonlight sparsely illuminated the scene, and occasionally branches trembled in the wind, casting eerie shadows on the ground, evoking fear.

He stood there for a while, put on his suit, picked up his briefcase, and left the Warner residence.

The night was heavy with dew. As the car's crimson taillights suddenly lit up in the dark night, it seemed as if a fierce beast had opened its eyes.

Luther stepped on the accelerator and sped away.

At this moment, Joyce walked out from the corner of the living room.

She walked all the way to the front door, watching Luther drive away with furrowed brows. Her face remained calm and serene, without any ripples.

In fact, she had sensed it when Luther got up. She didn't alarm him; instead, she hid around the corner of the living room while he left and made the phone call. Although she couldn't hear the conversation, his furious act of smashing the wall deeply shook her.

She knew something must have happened; otherwise, he wouldn't behave so unusually.

She didn't appear until he left, silently watching his figure without inquiring.

She had promised to give him her complete trust. She was only worried and didn't know what he had to face alone.

Speculating in her heart, it might have something to do with Alisha. After all, everything started when they discovered Alisha's empty grave in Mufron and returned.

She stood in the living room for a while.

Until Darrin walked in wearing a military jacket.

Darrin was always alert, even when he was in the Warner residence, he only slept lightly, bearing heavy responsibilities.

He heard the sound of Luther's car just now and immediately got up to check the situation. Finding no abnormalities inside or outside the house, he felt relieved.

Entering the main mansion, he saw Joyce standing in the living room, slightly surprised. She asked, "Colonel, do you know that Mr. Warner went out in the middle of the night?"

Joyce nodded. "Yes, I know."

"Did Mr. Warner tell you what happened?" Darrin asked again.

Joyce shook her head. "He didn't tell me."

Darrin hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Colonel, can I track him and install real-time location software in the car? We can keep track of his every move."

"No need," Joyce waved her hand. "If he doesn't tell me, there must be a reason he doesn't want to tell me. He's not that kind of person. I trust him."