You Hit My Heart
Chapter 350

Juanita thought to herself that Joyce must have worked all night lastnight.

She got up early to buy breakfast and came early to their office on the12th floor.

The door to the lounge was closed, so she opened it without thinkingand went in.

But what she saw did surprise her.

Her boss was now sitting on the bed with his back against the pillowand his arms around Joyce, while Joyce rested her head on the slightlyopen chest of her boss, and her hand had even reached into his shirt.What a heartwarming ... and ambiguous scene...

Juanita couldn't help but scream out.

Then, she hurriedly covered her mouth and looked around. Fortunatelyshe came early and there was no one else in the office.

Luther was already very alert in his sleep, and the moment he heardthe movement, he immediately opened his eyes.

He subconsciously narrowed his eyes and shot straight at Juanita withdispleasure.

The arms instinctively hold Joyce more tightly, like he was protectingher.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Juanita was shocked by Luther's harsh gaze, andshe apologized repeatedly, "Boss, I didn't mean to!"

After saying that, she hurriedly put the sandwich in her hand on thefloor, "Breakfast on the floor, I'll go out first, sorry, boss, sorry."

She hurriedly exited and closed the door behind her.

A long sigh of relief. Fortunately the two of them were fully clothed, soshe did not see any inappropriate scenes. But it was certainly not herfault, who would have thought that the president of the R&S Groupwould sleep in a tiny lounge.

Joyce was awakened by Juanita's screams, but she was too sleepy towake up and didn't want to open her eyes.

But why did it feel so strange underneath her? She seemed to besleeping on something?

And, her hand was touching something that felt hard, and she closedher eyes and touched it again, and it was flexible.

“I can't guarantee anything if you keep moving around.”

A low warning came from a voice that was both magnetic and familiar.It was Luther's voice. Joyce was startled and she instantly sobered up.Her beautiful eyes widened and she looked incredulously at thehandsome face in front of her, turning her head to look around. It wasobvious they were in the lounge.

However, she clearly remembered that Luther left last night, and finallyshe finished her drawing and fell asleep directly on the table.

When did she even sleep in the lounge? Also, why was Luther here?And, she was sleeping on top of him?

Could it be that the two of them slept here last night?

"Get your hands off me!" Luther's handsome face did not look good,and he was holding back so hard.

It was late already, and her colleagues would all come to work. Even ifhe wanted her again, he understood that he could not do that, and hecould only try to hold back with gritted teeth.

However, even if he had a strong determination, he could not withstandher unconscious flirtation, too seductive.

He had even envisioned countless times in his mind, about having herright on the spot.

Joyce was reminded by him, only to realize that her hand was placed inthe wrong place.

As if she was electrocuted, she hurriedly removed her hand and sat up."How did you get to sleep here?"

"Why not?" His long, slender legs crossed from the bed to the floor.

A few of the buttons of his shirt had been off after the night. He reachedout, and buttoned them up one by one, with his usual elegant andcharming movements.

"You!"

Joyce was furious. She worked overtime originally to avoid him, but didnot expect that he would take advantage of her and slept with her insuch a tiny room.