You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 86

Just then, a short distance directly in front.

In the darkness of the night, a black shadow came straight towards her, like salvation from hell.

It was Luther who rushed toward Joyce.

The very moment Thomas grabbed Joyce by the shoulders and ripped her shirt off.

With an over-the-shoulder slam, Luther threw Thomas hard to the ground.

Luther was a third-degree black belt in taekwondo, and with a few agile movements, he dealt with Thomas quite easily. The last time he was chased, the other three were professional killers and had guns, and he was drugged and injured before he was forced to jump into the Han River.

Thomas knew that his identity could not be exposed, and hurriedly scampered into the abandoned residential building. The old neighborhood had a complex structure, and he instantly disappeared without a trace.

Luther put an arm around Joyce, who had fallen to the ground, and held her tightly in his arms. When he saw that her clothes were torn and tattered, and her beauty could hardly be hidden with the rugs remaining, he hurriedly took off his suit to wrap her up.

His heart thumped so hard that she couldn't calm it down.

It was so close and she was almost defiled. It was too close.

Earlier, he dialed her number, and when he got through, there was no answer.

However, what happened next, when she was attacked, and the sound was clearly transmitted to him through the phone.

He was anxious in the car and had never been so flustered.

Aaron was even racing around the city at over 200 mph, ignoring every red light all the way.

On the way, he checked the map and thought that Joyce must be in the long-abandoned alley.

Once parked, Luther rushed into the alley.

Aaron parked his car and also darted to follow, anxious, "Luther, I'll go after it."

He admires Joyce from the bottom of his heart and was furious to see how Joyce was bullied.

"Wait, no need to chase. Take us home first." Luther had Joyce in his arms, and he was not chasing the man just because he found this woman…

Not right.

Joyce's consciousness was blurred and disoriented, her face abnormally scarlet, and her whole body frighteningly hot.

Luther knew what was going on with Joyce.

Could it be that she was drugged?

He had experienced all the same, and he knew how hard it must be for her right now.

"Luther, why didn't we chase that man? Damn, there's no surveillance around here, let this bastard go for nothing." Aaron was depressed to the core and indignant.

"Something's not right with her. She's been drugged." Luther scooped Joyce up in his arms and ran in strides toward the car, carrying her into the back seat of the Bentley.

Aaron immediately turned serious. Although he was not willing to let the man go, he also knew that right now Joyce was more important. He hurriedly git into the driver's seat, started it up, stepped on the gas, and sped away.

In the back seat of the Bentley.

Joyce's gaze is getting lax, and the inexplicable desire was getting stronger and stronger as if countless ants were gnawing at her body incessantly. The embrace holding her felt so cool and comfortable, like an antidote, and she couldn't help but cling to it with a contented sigh.

Luther frowned, looking at her wriggling in his arms while her eyes were filled with watery mist.