You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

"Heh." Joyce was speechless at the ridiculous.

And it was none of her business.

She would have sit in a cafe for a while and have a cup of coffee, but now that was not possible.

Joyce turned around to leave, but Christian stopped her again.

"Every time I see you, you're preoccupied. Is Luther treating you badly?" Christian asked curiously.

Joyce thought it was pointless to keep wasting time on it and simply answered him, "I have nothing to do with him. You misunderstood."

"Misunderstanding?" Christian snorted and shook his head. "There's no way he'd bring unrelated women to a party."

"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you, so why ask more questions?" Joyce was tempted to shake off his hand, but he clutched it tightly, "Why don't you just go ask Luther?"

Intuition told her that the man in front of her was not an ordinary person, perhaps he was involved in the gangster. Perhaps he was Luther's enemy.

In short, she needed to stay away.

"Your name is Joyce, isn't it?" He teased at her slightly.

It seemed he

and instantly pulled her in front of him. Too close, she could

good. I

to do in public?" She

"What, are you afraid?"

his head to give her

thought it was annoyed that she had

be with me? I can give you

hand, finally

turned and ran for the

and she cannot have

her back, "the Ballard family group, Christian. Woman, you will need me one

Joyce ignored it.

trotted to the cafe door, she glanced

up the bar with one hand, legs folded and placed, sipping coffee in a

she suddenly felt the fire inside her body

should always be taught a

mind, she held a

dart flew out like a sword and returned to her

the black liquid poured out