You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

The Heath family.

After Charlotte smashed her phone, she couldn't calm down.

She felt like she was going crazy, sitting on the floor feeling exhausted, anxious, and helpless.

She had got one important thing to do yet – she needed to take care of the aftermath.

Since Luther knew that Joyce was drugged and attacked, he would not let the whole thing go easily.

If they had a thorough investigation, and if they got Thomas and followed the trail to her, everything would be over.

What was the best way to do it? How could she hide everything up perfectly? She couldn't think it straight for a while.

It's her fault for being too hasty and reckless.

At that moment, there was a sound from the door. "Knock, Knock, Knock."

"Missy, are you there?" The person knocking on the door was Charlotte's newly promoted guard officer, Ensign Ricky, "Missy, I heard some noise inside, are you okay."

orderlies who took her to and from work, it was usually

broken pieces of the phone all over the floor, and she didn't have time

was no way to hide it from

"Missy, I'm coming in!"

had pushed the door in and was relieved to see Charlotte sitting on the floor with her back to him, unharmed. Her safety, for him, was

a mess and

closed the door and walked gently

in her bright eyes, and the slightly pursed cherry lips, he could not help but

was uncontrollably thumping. He cared for

clean up the pieces on the floor for her, peeking back at her every now and then. Apparently, he felt worried, "Missy, what's wrong with you? What do you need

features. Wearing the green uniform of

it

the time she had with him, she had long been well

just the same type of person, and they just had to get whatever they wanted. They were ambitious, but

if they could

arms, choking and sobbing as if she needed his comfort, "I've made a mess, and I need to make amends. Can

embrace, Ricky's heart was swirled open. Her hair smelled really good, just like rosemary, and her body was really soft. He could only try his best to hold back his

At the moment her delicate face was pressed against his chest, and he could not help but close his arms and hug her