You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 1997

Chapter 1997: Special Preferences

With lustrous black hair, flawless skin resembling polished jade, delicate features, and captivating eyes, Joyce possessed an indescribable charm in her every step. Despite being a mother of four children, her beauty had only intensified, and one couldn't tell she had given birth at all.

Approaching them, a staff member spoke, "Mr. Warner, the dress fits perfectly. There's no need for any alterations."

"Hmm," Luther's voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of huskiness. "All of you, leave."

The two staff members exchanged puzzled glances, unsure of what Mr. Warner meant. Were they dissatisfied with their wedding gown creations? Anxiety flashed across their faces.

Joyce also didn't understand Luther's intentions. She lowered her head to look at herself. "What's wrong? I think it looks good. Are you not satisfied?"

Luther's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

"Come here," he beckoned to her. Satisfied, he was unbelievably satisfied.

One of the staff members seemed to understand Mr. Warner's intentions. She gestured to the others to quickly leave, placing her hand behind her back.

Then, the staff member respectfully said, "Mr. Warner, we will deliver the remaining accessories another day. If you have any further requests for improvements, please contact us at any time. We'll take our leave now."

After speaking, the staff members quickly departed.

Luther waved his hand, and the security personnel followed suit, exiting the room.

He once again motioned for Joyce to come closer.

Confused, Joyce watched as the staff members and security personnel left one by one.

As she approached, Luther embraced her. Suddenly, she realized what he intended to do, but it was too late to resist. Why was she so foolish? He had sent everyone away, leaving the room empty. What else could he do??

And it wasn't the first time she had fallen for such a trick. Her reaction was simply too slow.

She bit her lip, widened her eyes, and looked at him slightly annoyed.

"I warn you, don't ruin the dress."

Luther's lips curled sensually as he chuckled softly.

"Alright."

He reached out and caressed her cheek, then followed the graceful lines of her neck, admiring her as if she were a precious piece of art. His eyes were filled with appreciation.

Next, he loosened his own tie and discarded it to the side, then silently looked at Joyce.

"Since you're afraid I'll ruin the dress, you can do it yourself."

Following that, he took out a box of condoms from his pocket and placed it on the coffee table.

The implication was clear.

Joyce's cheeks blazed, and she felt a wave of heat wash over her.

"You actually carry these with you?" She could hardly believe it. Was he prepared to sleep with her anytime, anywhere? It was too much!