You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 100

Mathew shrugged helplessly, "I wanted to tell you and I called you one morning and our Mrs. Warner answered and said you were in the shower. Then you never return my call, so I assumed you didn't need to know."

"You are…" Luther swung his fist, really wanting to punch him in the face.

Joyce vaguely recalled that she seemed to have received a phone call from Mathew when she had pneumonia.

"Besides, you can't ask your wife yourself?" Mathew bumped Luther with his arm, with a wicked smile, "You sleep in the same bed, what else can't you ask each other?"

Luther gasped and turned to glare at Joyce, questioning, "How come you never mentioned that."

Joyce laughed lightly, her smile bright and beautiful, "Come on, you didn't ask either, huh? What? Did you ever suspect me of being a killer?"

"You!" Luther was defeated by the retort, yes he damn well did suspect her of being an assassin, "So all the six years you had your history erased and went to some shooting training?"

"You could say that. What else could it be? Could I go to some killer training camp?" Joyce graciously admitted everything since she thought there was no need to hide it.

"..." Luther felt helpless when he heard her retorts.

"So, Joyce, why did you disappear in the middle of the World Shooting Championships?" Mathew went back to the original question, a doubt that had plagued him for a long time since he found out.

"I ..." The question touched the deepest and most painful wound in Joyce's heart.

She went silent. It was well in the past already. Yet when she thought about it suddenly, she just found that it still hurt so bad, and the pain was not even any less severe with the passage of time.

The scars were uncovered again, and surprisingly, the blood was still flowing inside, not healing at all.

The day of the final was also the day Justin broke both legs ...

She didn’t want to think back on what she went through that day.

She suddenly felt pain in her chest and pressed her hands tightly against her chest, gasping for breath.