You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

“I don’t want to get rid of you, Justin. I have raised enough money for your operation, just don’t give up, everything will be fine, you can definitely stand up.” She slowly squatted down in front of him and looked at him with her sincere eyes.

Almost, his heart was about to feel pleasure, but suddenly his face became even more gloomy, “What then? After I stand up? Your mission is complete? You don’t feel guilty anymore? And you’re finally free?”

“lm not, you’re overthinking it.”

He looked excited and suddenly reached out and dragged her to him, leaning down and then kissing her, “Then you give it to me. I want it now.”

“Justin, don’t you do that.” She dodged his lips.

Enraged, he pushed her violently to the ground and hissed, “Why did you refuse! Why won’t you marry me!”

Joyce was now a total mess and felt pain all over her body. Two years, and she was really too tired.
What has happened could not be changed.

What would happen in the future, who could know?

There was only so much she could do for him, with everything she had.

“Justin, we’re going to check into the hospital tomorrow.”

blue and pushed the wheelchair back into the room by himself,

and almost wanted to tell her that he was just pretending with he was playing women, and that he was just angry that she didn’t care about it all. She

and even more afraid that she would say something he never wanted

stupid. He understood that she did not love him. It was either sympathy or guilt. Anyway, it was not the love he wanted. All through these two years, it was always wishful thinking of his own in

her anymore. Joyce

stinging pain in her finger. She took

rang twice. She took out her phone, her bloodstained

then his god-like, cool side face. The man was too high up,

surgery. She lifted her head and looked at the closed door of the room, her gaze flowing with indefinable emotions. If it was money that she owed, there

what if it was love that was

Group Headquarters. Aaron Browning is

no cameras around at the time, and strangely enough, there was quite a bit of sprayed blood on the

always felt puzzled, that day he was in great danger and leaped into the river, but why did they give up? Were they actually injured by

the person that drove the killers away?

to an underground clinic. But it was already empty. The only clue is the doctor who treated

Luther commanded. Knowing what injuries the other killer suffered might lead to new clues. “Yes,