You Hit My Heart
Chapter 464

How could it be? It was clear that he had identified her as a gold-digging woman who approached him with a purpose. Why did he stillhave sex with her? It was obvious that she had gained the trust of hergrandmother and used some means to get the shares of the WarnerGroup, and he should have abandoned her, but his body honestlywanted her. What was the reason for all this?

When he came to Eden Apartment today, he had come to search forforgotten memories.

Although he has a familiar feeling about the place, unfortunately, he stillcould not recall any details.

He struggled to think, and suddenly his head hurt again. It hurt so badthat he had cold sweat all over. He could not help but press his handsto his temples, his handsome eyebrows locked and his expressionincreasingly serious.

His voice was hoarse, "Joyce, what is going on between you and me,just tell me."

Joyce glanced at him and saw that he seemed to have a real headacheand turned around and went into the kitchen to bring an ice pack.

She walked up and put an ice pack on his sweaty forehead. And thenshe took another towel, and gently wiped his forehead, advising, "If youcan't think of anything, just don't force yourself to think about it again.Are you feeling better?"

She did not directly answer his question. She knew his character. Didhe believe what she said when she just met him? It's better to wait forhim to remember all the things himself one day.

The cold sensation cleared him up a bit and relieved some of the pain.“You didn't drive here, I'll call Aaron to come to pick you up and takeyou back.” Joyce took her cell phone out of her pocket and was justabout to dial Aaron's number. From the way he looked now, he wasn'tfit to drive.

“There's no need to call him. I want to sleep here tonight." Lutherclosed his eyes and leaned back slightly against the back of the wall,resting his arm on top of his forehead to ease his headache.

"What! You're going to sleep here?" Joyce almost muttered.

“I bought the house, can't I live in it?" He closed his eyes and hummedsoftly. For some reason he always felt that it was in this place that hecould retrieve his memories, and maybe a night's sleep would revealsomething.

"..." Joyce was completely speechless.

“Don't think too much about it, you sleep on the couch.” Luther still hadhis eyes closed and faintly instructed, "Bring over the hot tea and getthe toiletries ready. I'll wait till the pain goes down and then go over andwash up."

"..." Joyce already had the urge to Kill him.

She walked out of the room, grabbed the trash can, picked up all thetoothpaste and toothbrushes, and razor and shaving cream in it, andrearranged them in the bathroom.

Damn, she just forgot to throw them all away, or did she wait for him touse them?

Exasperated, she brought the tea into the room for him, only to replace thathe had fallen asleep.

The usual sharp eyes were tightly closed, and his long eyebrows wereslightly creased because of the pain. He looked just peaceful andharmless, the corners of his lips now with a touch of relaxation,.

Joyce let out a low sigh.

It's just that, for the sake of his pain and his status as the landlord, shelet him rest there for the night. She resigned herself to covering himwith the blanket and took out another blanket from the closet, so shewould sleep on the couch tonight.