You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 1963

Chapter 1963: Never Let You Succeed

Upon returning home, the butler inquired, "May I ask what type of coffee you would like?"

Clint replied, "Hand-ground, latte, no sugar."

"I don't want coffee," Joyce hadn't finished yet.

Clint interjected, "Help her brew a cup of reine flower tea. It's good for the body, helpful for improving complexion, beauty, and relaxation."

Joyce lightly furrowed her brows, "I don't have that kind of flower tea at home."

Clint was astonished, "Really? St. Denis Royal exclusive noble flower tea, the grand family of the wealthiest first family doesn't have it?"

Joyce looked at Grayson in doubt once again, "Don't say we don't have it, I haven't even heard of it. But you, you seem to know a lot. It's hard to imagine, a researcher, living with such taste. Sometimes I always wonder, Grayson, what kind of person are you? You really don't seem like an ordinary person."

Clint's handsome face stiffened, habits are truly hard to change. He almost revealed his slip-up again. When one uses royal belongings too often, they tend to slip out without thinking.

He awkwardly smiled, "How could that be? It's impossible, maybe I used to read a lot and know a lot. Although I know about it, I definitely haven't tried it myself, so I'm curious too. If you have it, I'd like to have a taste as well."

He covered it up well and changed the subject, "My hands are still a bit dirty, I accidentally touched some motor oil earlier, can I use the bathroom? I want to wash my hands."

He stood up, looking around, "To avoid dirtying your expensive sofa."

Joyce pointed in the direction of the bathroom, "Of course, you can."

Clint quickly left and arrived at the bathroom, turning on the tap. He squeezed some foam onto his hands, rubbing it repeatedly to calm himself down.

In front of the mirror, he repeatedly reminded himself to control his actions, he had already revealed his flaws multiple times.

Joyce sat on the sofa, supporting her chin with one hand, lost in thought.

She could actually feel that something was amiss, it was more suitable to keep Grayson by her side to watch. When she solved the current tricky situation, she must thoroughly investigate Grayson's background, what exactly is his identity? And what are his intentions? But now, she really wasn't in the mood to consider it.

Clint returned to the sofa.

At that moment, the butler brought the coffee, placing it in front of Grayson. At the same time, he prepared a cup of fine green tea for Joyce. Then, the butler respectfully withdrew.

"Your house is so big, but with so few people, can you handle it all?" Clint picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip.

"Our life is simple, we don't need too many people, not even the butler is always around," Joyce said. In reality, the house was always on guard, with the butler, maid, cleaning staff, and security all carefully selected and rotating shifts.

"Could it be that I am the first visitor to your house?" Clint probed.

Joyce neither confirmed nor denied, shrugging her shoulders, "You could say so."

"Well, I am extremely honored. Since you say that, I feel embarrassed to stay." Clint took advantage of this, drank most of the coffee, then stood up, "The coffee beans have a good taste, rich and lingering. Thank you for your hospitality, I've been late today, I should go to the company."

The reason he didn't linger was that he was afraid the longer he stayed, the easier it would be to reveal his flaws. Since the purpose of today was already achieved, he decided to leave.

"Alright." Joyce didn't get up. "I won't see you off."

"Of course." Clint glanced at her protruding belly, "Take care of yourself."