You Hit My Heart
Chapter 551

Luther gradually woke up, this sleep was really comfortable.

After staying up almost all night yesterday and making a trip to theHeath family in the morning, he was now very tired.

Only, in the past, he could never sleep in a car, not even for a minute.He raised his wrist to look at his watch, and to his surprise, he slept fortwo hours, and it was a deep sleep with very high quality. Now he feltrefreshed all over and bursting with energy.

He could have gone back to sleep if he hadn't faintly heard Joyce onthe phone.

"Who just called?" He sat up and snapped out of it, "What tomorrow?"When he was sleeping, he heard Joyce mention something abouttomorrow.

"Oh, it's your phone. It's Charlotte calling.” Joyce handed the phoneback to him with a calm look, "You were asleep, so I answered the callfor you. She said she wanted you to go to the military hospitaltomorrow. I agreed and said that I would pass the word."

She found herself quite good at lying. She wasn't even flushing.

She didn't think that she would have such a talent.

"What? Who told you to agree?" Luther instantly looked displeased,“I'm not a doctor, what can I do at the hospital?"

Joyce gave him a sidelong glance. His face was dark and gloomy. Itcould not be that he was upset just because he just woke up and wasdisturbed by the call, right?

What a difficult master to serve.

Luther retrieved his phone and put it in his suit pocket. He straightenedhis collar and his tie and smoothed his hair. He was quite surprised thathe should have slept on Joyce's lap the whole way.

The most important thing was that he had been extremely strict andpicky about his sleeping environment, and he fell asleep on her body. Inthe past, no matter how sleepy or tired he was, he could never sleep ina car. In the same way, he tossed and turned in his own home andcouldn't sleep, but he could sleep soundly when he went to EdenApartment.

It's so weird.

At this moment, he even suspected that perhaps it was not the locationthat allowed him to sleep so deeply. Rather, it was the person. Was itbecause Joyce was beside him that he was able to sleep so well?Was it possible? It sounded ridiculous.

But his body was honest and it seemed like it was really the case. Itwas incredible.

Just as he thought about the whole thing, at this time, the bus slowlystopped.

The driver turned his head around, stood up, bowed ninety degrees toLuther, and said respectfully, "President, we are now at the seasidetown. Please get off at the front door.”

"Hmm." Luther responded.

The driver then said to everyone, "We have arrived, wait a minute, I'llopen the door and everyone can go off from the back door.”

Joyce listened to him and could not help but roll her eyes. This driverwas really quite snobbish. Everyone should get from the back door,while the boss alone could have the front door.

After sitting all the way, she wanted to get up and move.

But, to her surprise...

She just exerted herself, she couldn't help but cry out in pain, "Oops ...my leg..."

Luther had already stood up and heard her whimper, and asked with asideways glance, "What's wrong?"

Joyce looked at him with angry round eyes and questioned with a coldface, "How dare you ask? You slept for two whole hours, all on my leg.Now my legs are all numb, I can't feel anything, and I can't stand up atall"

She complained as she began rubbing her numb legs.

It hurt, and it's numb. There seemed to be a burst of electricity passingthrough her body, and she felt like a million needles were stabbing ather back, and she could barely move. She gently wrenched her legsapart, and just moved half a point, and then the pain was so bad thatshe gritted her teeth.