You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1995

Chapter 1995: Try on the Wedding Dress

After a long while, Joyce, exhausted and weary, lay in Luther's embrace, her voice barely audible.

"I've been tired for a while now. You wouldn't let me sleep..."

Luther held her tighter. "Hush, it's time to sleep."

"It's too hot right now, I can't sleep," Joyce complained. "How could I forget I haven't recovered from childbirth yet, even in the heat of the moment?"

Luther remained silent.

"I didn't even leave the house today," Joyce, both tired and sleepy, continued to vent. "I couldn't go out, but I could do that... isn't that more tiring than going out? You are being hypocritical. You have different standards for me and yourself."

Luther, feeling completely at ease now, having finally released all his pent-up energy, didn't mind her complaints. He just listened.

Frowning, Joyce muttered, "I don't care, starting tomorrow, I'm going back to work."

Suddenly, Luther rolled over and held her down. "Do you still have energy left? Or would you like to go one more round?" he teased, leaning in to kiss her.

Surprised, Joyce quickly pushed him away and sat up. "Are you crazy? I need to take a shower. It's almost three o'clock now, if I don't go to sleep, it'll be daylight soon."

Did he not realize what they had just done? Did he see her as just that?

Luther lifted her from the bed. "I'll take a shower with you. Don't worry, I won't do anything. Just a shower, I promise."

He was just teasing her, covering her mouth. There was no way they would do it again. He was always considerate of her body. Otherwise, he would have already devoured her whole.

Joyce didn't complain further.

After the shower, he was indeed more restrained.

Feeling more comfortable after the shower, she laid in his embrace, breathing in his scent, and soon fell asleep.

She slept until one in the afternoon.

When Joyce woke up, Luther was already gone.

She sat up, massaged her long hair, and went to the bathroom to freshen up. She didn't feel it last night, but now her body was sore; it had been a while since she had been active.

She changed into casual clothes and headed downstairs.

Mrs. Hurley, upon seeing Joyce, respectfully asked, "Young Master, you're awake. What would you like to eat? Breakfast or lunch?"

Joyce felt embarrassed; it was already this late. Everyone would probably know what had happened last night.

Clearing her throat, Joyce said, "I'll just have lunch."

She had meant to say she wasn't hungry and would just have some porridge, to appear as if she had woken up at a normal time, but she was actually starving.

Mrs. Hurley nodded without further inquiry, "Okay."

Then she turned to attend to the meal.

Mrs. Brown approached with a smile and greeted Joyce, "Madam, you're up. We had guests last night, and it must have been tiring for you."

Joyce forced a smile, and Mrs. Hurley, being tactful, didn't ask further questions. Mrs. Brown was straightforward and had no hidden agenda.

Looking around, Joyce refrained from speaking.

Mrs. Brown quickly added, "Mr. Warner left home early this morning, before 8."