You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 2038: A Kiss From You

Chapter 2038: A Kiss from You

If she understood correctly, this meant imprisonment.

What kind of international joke was this? He knew she was married, a mother of four children. Why would he keep her at East Palace, what could he gain?

Joyce stood up, "Stop kidding around, I hear that the succession to the throne in Rohomes is hotly contested. As the Crown Prince, your position is not secure. You brought me here, went to great lengths, mus be wanting to gain something from me to solidify your position as the Crown Prince. Once you successfully ascend the throne, I will have no value to you. You went to great efforts to get close to me, to my side giving up the luxurious palace where you should reside, to stay in a small apartment next to me. Looking back now, did you feel insulted by me back then? Oh, right. I even gave you a credit card, how could a noble Crown Prince like you be short of money? For my foolish behavior, for insulting your male dignity, I offer you a sincere apology."

Joyce thought and thought, perhaps her actions at the time might have hurt a man's pride, even though she had done it out of goodwill, considering him penniless in a foreign land. She had no other intentions, certainly never thought he would be the highly esteemed Crown Prince.

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Clint suddenly laughed, a genuine laugh from deep within.

For the first time since birth, he had never laughed as joyfully as he did now.

After a moment, he stopped laughing.

Looking at Joyce, "Do you know? You are really interesting. You were mistaken, I never felt you insulted my dignity. On the contrary, because of these two things. It made me even more interested in you. No woman has ever given me a credit card, given me money, huh? Consider it as supporting me? Interesting. Joyce, I do have a purpose. It's just that I don't want to let you go."

Joyce couldn't help but touch her forehead, was there something wrong with Clint's thought process?

She didn't want to dwell on this issue with him, moving on to a different topic.

"Let's talk about conditions first. You went to great lengths to infiltrate my company, had your men capture Ding Gong but then released him without any gains. I am grateful you didn't harm him. I know your goal is to obtain the plans to counter electromagnetic pulses, am I right?"

Joyce narrowed her eyes, in reality, she had already given the plans to Reuben.

Now that she was in Rohomes, she didn't know where Reuben was. Was he near the palace? Or perhaps inside it. On second thought, probably not. Reuben and Clint had different identities, he might not be entitled to live in the palace.

If she could contact Reuben. Maybe she could figure out a way to leave.

"A mere set of plans wouldn't have required me to go to such great lengths to bring you here." Clint smiled slightly.

Suddenly, he felt a pang in his chest, unable to stop himself from coughing twice, a hint of paleness on his handsome face.

Joyce frowned, aside from the plans, she couldn't figure out what else Clint wanted. It couldn't be that he really wanted to imprison her, right?

"Can you stop beating around the bush? Just state your purpose directly." Joyce frowned.

"I've said it, if you don't believe me, that's your problem." Clint turned to walk towards the door of the palace.

When he reached the doorway, the attendants outside heard the commotion, quickly opening the door.

"Your Highness, do you have any orders?"

Clint, "Bring Tadasuke over."

"Yes, Your Highness." The attendants hurriedly backed away.

Joyce caught up to Clint, tugged at his sleeve and turned him around, "Let me ask you, Elsa is under your control, isn't she? Where is her son? She has completed the task you assigned her. I have also been captured by you as you wished, release her son first. As for other conditions, we can discuss them slowly."

Clint turned his head, "A mere minor character. Do you think I care?"

"Since you don't care, release the person first." Joyce insisted. Since she had become a captive, saving one person was better than nothing.

"Joyce, you're the one making demands of me. I should get something in return, shouldn't I?" Clint raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his face.

"What do you want in return? I have been allowing you to set the conditions, and you still haven't said anything." Joyce was speechless.

"Elsa's son is just an ant. Hmm, let me think." Clint pretended to ponder for a moment, then he approached Joyce, whispering near her ear, "How about this, give me a kiss. I'll let him go."

Having spent some time with her,

his impression of Joyce was that she was considerate and

thin-skinned. She hardly had an et

contact with other men. Despite having numerous admirers, she had always been reserved.

So, he wanted to tease her a bit.

He didn't expect her to agree almost immediately.

Casually responding, "Sure."

Clint was taken aback by her agreement, momentarily stunned.

Joyce stood up, "Close your eyes, otherwise I can't do it."

Clint stared at Joyce for a moment, thinking she was bashful, so he slowly closed his eyes.

At that moment, Joyce picked up the shallow teacup in front of her, lightly shook it, then flipped her wrist.

With a forward motion, a splash of water sprinkled from the cup, not too much or too little, directly onto Clint's cheek.

The gentle touch of water felt as if she had truly kissed him, tingling and ambiguous, almost convincing. Clint, with a thought, reached out his hand to touch Joyce, but found his arm grasping at nothing.

He abruptly opened his eyes, seeing Joyce standing far away, a mischievous smile on her lips.

Clint squinted his eyes, suddenly furious.

"Are you playing me?!"

Joyce set down the tea cup, shrugged, "You didn't specify how to kiss, so kissing from a distance should suffice."

Just then, Tadasuke arrived at the palace entrance, opening the door and noticing that the atmosphere was off.

"Your Highness, I'm sorry, I'll leave first." Tadasuke was about to leave.

Clint cleared his throat, "Hold on."

"The Crown Prince's word is his bond, you've already kissed, so you must follow through, no backing out." Joyce coldly reminded.

Clint glared at Joyce, "Forget it, he's just a minor character, I'll give you this face."

He then instructed Tadasuke, "Take her down to change clothes, bathe, dress up, familiarize her with the palace, arrange the Imperial Villa for her to stay in."

Tadasuke hesitated for a moment, but said nothing. The Imperial Villa was where the consort resided.

Joyce walked past Clint, out of the palace, with Tadasuke following behind.

After Joyce left, Clint lightly touched his cheek, the strange but pleasant sensation still lingering, penetrating deep into his heart. Did she realize that her casual and amusing

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behavior would only make him more refuctant to let go?