You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 1996

Chapter 1996: Soul Pierced

Not long after finishing lunch, Joyce sat for a moment on the couch.

Luther returned on time, within 20 minutes. As soon as he got home, he embraced Joyce, asking, "How are you feeling? Did last night tire you out?"

Joyce gave him a sideways glance. "You have the nerve to ask? My whole body aches."

"I'll give you a massage," Luther said, making an effort to make her happy. His slender fingers gently kneaded her neck, then moved to her back, tracing her delicate curves.

"The back's fine, it's mainly my legs that ache," Joyce pouted. Since he was pampering her, she wanted him to perform well.

"Okay, dear," Luther chuckled, shaking his head, his hands then massaging her slender legs.

Joyce relaxed against him, feeling some relief from the soreness. But his hands seemed to press deeper, and the positioning was becoming more ambiguous.

Finally, she exclaimed and hurriedly grasped his hand. "What are you doing? Don't get carried away!"

Luther raised a seductive eyebrow and continued to explore further, saying, "I didn't do anything unusual, just a normal massage."

"Nothing about this is normal," Joyce firmly restrained his wrist, "Don't play games, don't think I don't know what you're up to. This is the living room! Please be mindful of appearances!"

Luther laughed. "What can I do? You're just too alert."

With that, he abruptly seized her by the neck and pulled her toward him, passionately kissing her.

Joyce hadn't expected this sudden move from him, losing the opportunity to fight back. Now she could only let him kiss her wildly. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Mrs. Hurley and Mrs. Brown passing by, and quickly turned her face to avoid their gaze. This scene only made her more furious, and she struggled a few times, but still couldn't escape Luther's constraint.

This man was out of line - ignoring the occasion, disregarding time, and being shameless at home. After Cecelia left, there were no elders at home, this meant he intended to go even further.

It wasn't until Luther voluntarily let go of Joyce that she gained freedom.

Breathless, Luther said, "I only do this in the presence of others. Just showing you, don't mind it."

"You!" show? Joyce was speechless with anger and couldn't even curse properly.

Teasing her, Luther felt particularly good, ogling her still-flushed countenance as if she were an inflated pufferfish. He couldn't help but pinch her cheek and peck it lightly twice.