You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 2064

Chapter 2064: The Beginning of Internal Strife

Luther heard the noise coming from the stairs. He recognized Joyce's footsteps, and his previously suppressed heart suddenly began to race. Not wanting to cause any commotion outside, he waited patiently. She had told him to wait for her, so he kept waiting.

As soon as Joyce opened the door, her wrist was firmly grasped, and in the next second, she was pulled into a familiar embrace. The familiar scent, the comforting feeling, the warm body temperature-everything she had longed for day and night was right there. She knew it was him.

As she fell into his arms, the door behind them closed with a click. At that moment, the string in Joyce's heart seemed to snap. She couldn't help but cry softly, her hands pressed against his chest.

"I missed you so much."

Luther held her tightly, his arms wrapping around her more and more. Even then, it felt unreal to him. He was really holding her; it wasn't a dream.

"Joyce, is it really you? Is it really you?"

He repeatedly asked for confirmation, wanting a definite answer.

Joyce nodded vigorously in his embrace. "It's me. I'm sorry. I was wrong. I should have listened to you. Grayson, he..."

Her self-reproach was interrupted by his passionate kiss.

The kiss was long and urgent but filled with warmth and longing. He kissed her deeply until he could be sure that she was indeed in his arms at that moment, being kissed by him. Only then did his frantic heartbeat gradually calm down as he slowly released her.

Initially pressing her against the door, he now picked her up and carried her to the sofa. They embraced each other tightly.

His lips lingered on her cheeks as he spoke in a low, magnetic voice, "Do you know how worried I was? Thank goodness you're okay. Thank goodness I came."

Joyce panted lightly. "I didn't finish what I was saying earlier. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have saved Grayson. I never thought he was the crown prince. I brought a wolf into our home because of my overconfidence. Even though I sensed danger, I wanted to investigate further, thinking I could handle it. But I didn't expect..."

Luther placed his long finger on her lips. "Don't say that; it will make me feel even more guilty. It's not your fault. If we must assign blame, it's all my fault. Without Athena, Clint wouldn't have known about you or targeted you. The fault lies with me for letting my guard down after the wedding, giving him an opportunity."

Joyce nestled in his arms, feeling somewhat relieved. "Alright then, let's not blame each other."

Luther kissed her forehead gently. "What happened during this time? Can you tell me?"

Joyce nodded and recounted everything that had happened since she woke up in East Palace, except for the dark magic part.

As Luther listened, he frowned and supplemented information about South Island's structure and its history as a former military base of Rohomes. He told Joyce everything he knew. Unexpectedly, Clint had developed special feelings for Joyce and was so persistent about it that Luther couldn't help but clench his fists.

After hearing everything, Joyce furrowed her brows even more deeply. "Clint is harder to deal with than any opponent we've faced before. Now it's just the two of us here, isolated and without support. What should we do next?"

At that moment.

Luther suddenly pressed a remote control button and turned off the lights.

Joyce looked at him warily. "What's wrong?"

"There's movement on the road outside; it's early morning now, so office lights shouldn't be on at this hour. If someone comes up to check, do you have any identification?" Luther asked.

Joyce shook her head; she had been brought here by Clint and couldn't possibly have any identification documents.

Only now did she realize this serious problem-without identification documents, how could she leave the country?

"How did you get here?" Joyce asked.