You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 803

"No need. I'm fine." Luther shook his head. He clearly felt something sticky in his palm. The back of his head should be bleeding, but it should not be very serious.

Just now he should be more careful, but in the end, there were so many of them and he could not possibly deal with all of them at the same time.

Joyce drove the car back to the hotel as fast as she could, and after she parked the car, she opened the door for him.

Luther got out of the car, his hand still covering the back of his head.

By the time they entered the elevator, the light was finally bright enough for Joyce to see bright red blood seeping out between his long, slender fingers.

She let out a low cry, "You're bleeding! You should have just gone straight to the hospital to be bandaged."

"Never mind. Just a minor injury. I have a medical kit in my room. I can take care of it myself." Luther hooked his lips and glanced at her seductively, "But I would need your help, Miss Knowles."

Joyce bit her lip, and what he said was only reasonable.

When the elevator reached the top floor, the door opened.

Luther suddenly felt weak over his feet, and he leaned against her entirely. There was a trace of hopelessness on his handsome face, "Sorry, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and my legs felt weak. Perhaps I have just used up all my strength. Please help me a little, Miss Knowles."

Joyce took a deep breath and held back her emotions.

She cast a sideways glance at him, who had leaned over entirely on her, and she had no choice but to reach out and wrap her arms around him and help him out of the elevator.

Forget it, this was just not the time to argue with him, even though she knew he was just acting.

After all, he was injured because of her, and those punks were coming at her just now. Moreover, he got hit in the back of the head by the bald punk only to push her away, or that would be her head that was bleeding.

The blow he received just now should not be heavy either. He certainly knew how to prevent his vital parts from getting hit.

She knew that he had a black belt in karate.

With great difficulty, she helped him to the presidential suite and sat him on the sofa.