You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 222

Luther's lips finally left her back and he found her red face buried in the sheets quite amusing.

It must be Aaron, who had gone to buy medicine for them.

He stood up and walked downstairs to open the door.

It was really Aaron, who brought back the alcohol, gauze, and wound medicine.

Luther did not usually come to live here, and even today they only tidied the room up in a hurry, so there was no medication at home.

"You rest in the guest room," Luther instructed Aaron.

There were many things that they would need Aaron to do these days, and it would be much easier for Aaron to stay in the guest room.

"Yes, President," Aaron returned, then heading for the guest room on the first floor.

Luther then went upstairs with a packet of medication and returned to the second-floor room to apply it to Joyce.

Joyce was still in bed and could not move.

Luther dropped a bag of stuff on the bedside table.

Joyce caught a glimpse of it and said in shock, "My cell phone and pistol, did you get them both back?"

"Hmm. Aaron has been to the police station today, showed them your gun permit, and this is what Karl handed back to him." Luther opened the bag and took out all the various drops, swabs, and wound medications, and laid them out on the nightstand.

Joyce reached out to try to touch her pistol.

"Great, I thought I wouldn't get it back." She loved the pistol so much, the limited collector's edition. It was like having the dream she once had, loving it.

Coldly, her outstretched hand was slapped away by Luther.