You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1673

Chapter 1673: The Unserious Response

Back at the Warner residence.

It was already 2 a. m.

Luther walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and as the icy water washed over his body from head to toe, his dazed mind became much clearer.

He shook his head, and large droplets of water fell from his cheeks. Suddenly, he punched the smooth, mirror-like tiles, unable to restrain the suppression and irritability in his heart.

He stood under the shower for a while, adjusting the water temperature, experiencing the extreme contrast between cold and hot.

After showering, he dried his hair and changed into lightweight pajamas. In the room, Joyce was already asleep, curled up with her hair scattered on the pillow, sleeping soundly.

He lay down beside her, reached out to embrace her, turned her over to face him, and held the back of her head with his hand, his long fingers running through her hair.

Joyce was awakened by Luther's kiss. She groggily opened her eyes, surrounded by darkness, clearly still in the early hours of the morning.

"Mm, you're back. What time is it?" she murmured.

Her voice was swallowed by his kiss.

"I don't know, didn't check the time..." he bit her lip, his voice becoming hoarser.

Feeling his body was a bit cold, Joyce reached out and hugged his waist. "You just took a shower, why are you still so cold? Did the temperature drop outside? It's so cold."

Luther had already untied her pajamas, and he chuckled softly, "Hold me tight, let me warm up."

Feeling his increasing impudence, she pushed his hand away, "Stop fooling around and go to sleep. I want to sleep."

"But I want it," he whispered in her ear, biting her earlobe, his hot breath spraying on her neck.

"Can't we wait until morning... It's midnight now... Ah..."

Her voice was finally interrupted by a weak moan. The man on her body was slightly cold, but his movements were extremely passionate.

"I can't wait..."

He kissed her again, sealing all her protests, and unabashedly drawing warmth from her, taking everything he desired.

After an intense entanglement, Joyce was already exhausted and fell asleep. She nestled in his arm, her long hair slightly damp, sticking to the side of her cheek.

Luther raised his hand, smoothed her long hair behind her ear, and held her tightly.

Only in this way did he have a sense of reality and a feeling of peace. Holding her, he finally closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, it was almost noon.

Joyce saw the time displayed on the clock and almost shouted, "Oh my god! It's almost noon!"

Damn it, she was becoming more and more prone to sleeping in. If this continued, how could she manage things? It was all because of the man beside her, blaming him for keeping her up all night... and exhausting her energy, causing her to sleep until now.

Luther propped himself up and pulled her into his arms again. "What's wrong with noon? Andres must have gone to school. We have Mr. Arnold and Aaron here, so we don't need to worry."

Joyce glared at him, "It's all your fault. You came back late and couldn't control yourself, not letting others sleep."

Luther laughed and pinched her nose, "Blame you, always tempting me."

Joyce was speechless. "I was sleeping well, how did I tempt you? Clearly, it's your hormones going haywire! You can't resist stimulation. If you continue like this and come back after eleven, you'll be sleeping downstairs alone."

Luther suddenly flipped over and pressed her beneath him.

"My dear wife, it seems like I still have an excess of hormones. What should I do?"

He said it in a very alluring manner.