You Hit My Heart
Chapter 64

Chapter 64

He felt like he was going crazy with the torture. It was like a catalystthat had started a fire that went way

out of control.

He looked helplessly at her in her sleep.

Was it that he had confined himself for too long. Except for the night hewas drugged, he had always

abided by his own rules. He had been indifferent and cold all theseyears. Was it that the long restraint, the delayed

impulse that was about to eat him up ferociously, that was swallowinghis reason bit by bit.

He tried desperately to remain calm, and when he drew his arm out, hefound it was so sore and stiff from

her long pressure that he could hardly move it. It took a while before hecould feel better. He put her feet back on

the bed and tucked her back in the quilt.

Walking into the bathroom and turning on the cold water, he stoodunder the faucet and looked down at

himself, shaking his head helplessly.

He closed his eyes and slowly controlled the strange feelings inside hisbody. One minute, two minutes,

three minutes ... ten minutes ...

Until the phone rang

He came out of the cold water. His body was still wet and he picked upa bath towel and wrapped his body

with it casually. Afraid of disturbing Joyce's sleep, he hurried to pick upthe phone.

On the other end of the line was Jacqueline's shrill, surprised voice.“Luther, Shelly told me Charlotte is pregnant with your child? Is it true?"Luther frowned deeply and held the phone away from his ear. It was toocroaky.

"Yes"

He didn't deny it.

At this moment, the fire that could not be doused by cold water just nowwas abruptly extinguished. What

was he thinking? He had always been a responsible man, with his ownprinciples. Charlotte saved his life,

sacrificed her virginity, and now she was pregnant with his child. Howcould he let her bear the burden and face the

whole world alone?

That night felt so good that he looked back on it over and over againand would never forget it.

But for some reason, facing Charlotte, he could never replace that feeling.It's hard to imagine he had such a sweet and intimate night withCharlotte.

He didn't even feel the same impulse when he faced Charlotte either.And regardless of Joyce's purpose for approaching him, and regardlessof whether Joyce intended to

seduce him, he was ultimately responsible for Charlotte. How could hebe involved with Joyce again?

He kept putting it off, even if he did not know what that could be for.

It was time to sort out this mess.

He was silent for a long time, and Jacqueline was afraid to break thesilence. Only after a while did she try

to say something.

“Luther, the Warner family had already arranged a marriage for you andCharlotte, and it's a good thing she's

pregnant. You should hurry up and get rid of this Joyce. You won't haveanything to do with that woman after you

finished your divorce procedures. We can't just wait until the Heathfamily knows that you and Joyce once

received a license. People will talk.”

He listened impatiently and interrupted, "In a week, I will explain clearlyto my grandmother. This marriage

will end as soon as possible.” Right now Joyce was sick, and hewanted her to get better first.

"Good, good." Still a week to wait? Jacqueline didn't dare to push toohard for fear of backlash, "When the

time comes, we'll sit down together and talk about it. There's nothingwe can't solve, your grandmother is also a

reasonable person. The Warner family has a descendant, she must beso happy to see that.’

"Got it.

Luther coldly hung up the phone, put the phone to silent mode, andtossed it to the side.

He put on his pajamas and went up to feel Joyce's forehead, which wasstill very hot.

He reached into the back of her neck and there was no sweat.

After he left her, she seemed cold, and her whole body shrank into aball again, shivering every now and

then, like a high fever convulsion.

He then gave her another antipyretic ice pack.

Finally, he could not bear to leave her like that. He crossed the bed andtook the shivering Joyce into his arms.

Feeling the warmth, Joyce stopped shivering and she curled up in hisarms like a soft cat. It felt so comfortable and she had an indescribablesense of safety.

Yes, safety it was.

She fell into a deep sleep.

Luther sighed. What could he do with her?