You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 832

The next day, when Joyce woke up from her sleep, she was curling up on the sofa in her suite and covered with a blanket. It was actually so uncomfortable.

Inside the room, the curtains were drawn tightly, and not a single ray of light could get in.

She looked at the phone beside her and was surprised that it was already ten in the morning.

It was really a long deep sleep.

Last night, she bandaged Luther's arm, took a hasty shower, washed her face, and reapplied the mask.

After another careful check and she was sure that the bleeding on his arm had been stopped, she then went to sleep.

It seemed, there was still no movement inside the room. Was he still sleeping? There was no way he could have slept until this point and not woken up.

Was it possible that the effect of yesterday's medicine had not yet passed? Or did something happen?

She got up suspiciously and walked gingerly into the room.

She approached him slowly. She then heard the sound of his even breathing and saw the steady rise and fall of his chest. She turned on the light and was relieved to see that his face looked normal and she turned it off again.

It was good that everything was okay, so she just let him sleep a while more.

Thinking that way, she turned to leave.

Unexpectedly, suddenly, the hem of her coat was tugged, and she stood still in a daze.

"Don't go." Luther murmured, "I'm awake."

"Oh."

"I'm going to pull the curtains open."

She was ready to walk to the window, but he still pulled at the hem of her shirt, just like a child.

She looked back at him helplessly, "What's wrong? Let me go.”

“This is not your presidential suite, and we don’t have automatic curtains here.

“You are now, sleeping in my room!"