You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 227

His fingers never left her back.

He was like fondling some object he loved so much in his hand.

This feeling made her face buried in the blanket redder and redder, and finally, she could not help but to stop him, "Enough, that’s enough."

Luther then pulled out a few napkins and wiped his fingers clean.

"You haven't said who hit you." He asked with a frown.

Joyce was lying on her side, "I don't know, not the prison guard who was assigned to my section. She took me into a dark room in the middle of the night telling me that someone wanted to see me. Without saying a word, she took out a whip and tried to beat me."

Luther frowned at the use of torments in the detention center. It looked like it was ordered by a superior.

He also wanted to ask more questions.

At that moment, his cell phone rang.

He picked up the phone and it was Jacqueline calling.

On the phone, Jacqueline's voice was all agitated, "Luther, I heard that you spent a hundred million dollars to get Joyce out of jail on bail?"

The sound was so loud that even Joyce next to her could hear it. She frowned slightly and listened.

"Yes," Luther replied.

"O! Luther! Did you sign the divorce papers? And, when you left, what did I tell you about getting Joyce out on bail? Why don't you listen to your mother at all?" On the phone, Jacqueline said bitterly.

"You said anything about that? I don't remember." Luther said faintly, and suddenly, he asked, "Not bail her out and let her stay in the detention center to make it easier for you to do something, is that right?"