You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 69

The following day.

The main residence of the Warner family.

It was dawn and the sun was going up slowly.

Joyce woke up in Luther's arms.

She slept so well last night that she couldn't remember exactly how many dreams she had, but they

were all

good anyway.

When she opened her eyes, she found her arms wrapped around a strong, warm body, and when she

looked

up, it was Luther, who was now lying against the back of the bed, deep in his sleep.

Looking down, she found her legs hanging off his body as well.

She was so frightened that she retracted her legs and drew her hands back.

Last night she felt a bout of coldness on her body when she was asleep, only to feel a little bit warmer

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It turned out that she was actually holding him for the night.

Luther was awakened by Joyce's movement.

When he woke up and tried to move, he found that his whole body was stiff. And he could hardly move

his

neck could hardly.

Damn, he cursed.

Joyce took off the ice pack that was still on her forehead and saw a small refrigerator at the end of her

bed

with her medication neatly arranged.

It was instantly clear that he had been the one taking care of her last night.

She bit her lower lip lightly, "Thank you for taking care of me for the night.’

Luther moved his joints and reached up to brush her forehead. It was still a little hot, but not as hot as it

had been last night.

"Good to know.’ He gave her a blank look and lifted the covers to get up.

He handed the bedside ear temperature gun to Joyce, "Take your temperature. Jamie explained last

night

that if it's still forty degrees in the morning, you have to go to the hospital for oxygen treatment."

Joyce took the ear temperature gun, placed it in her ear, and took her temperature, "38.2, | feel much

better,

| don't need to go to the hospital."

"The pills are at the bedside, take two of each, four times a day.’ He pointed at the bottle of pills at the

bedside, "Don't go to work this week, I'll call Casey later about it.’

"A week?" Joyce whispered, "| can go to work tomorrow, there are still a lot of design details left to deal

with."

"You have aspiration pneumonia, you think it's the common cold? Get some rest, unless you want to

get

fired." Luther said coldly. This woman was too uncaring of her body.

Aspiration pneumonia, no wonder she was having such a hard time.

He had a hard look on his face.

She also stopped talking.

The atmosphere between the two always felt awkward.

Luther simply turned around and went into the bathroom. She slept on his arm all night, and he felt stiff

and

sore now. He needed a good hot bath.

Not having to go to work, Joyce simply lay back in bed, took her medication according to the

instruction,

and continued to catch up on her sleep.

Dazed and confused, she heard her phone vibrate and ring.

She closed her eyes fumbling around, and finally got her phone after a while. She did not look at it, and

crossed her fingers to answer the call.

"Hello, what can | do for you, please." Her voice was full of fatigue.

"Uh." On the other end of the line, Mathew thought he had dialed the wrong number. After confirming

that it

was correct, he asked cautiously, "I'm looking for Luther.’

Joyce then realized that what she was holding was actually Luther's cell phone.

The room was quiet, so quiet that she could clearly hear the sound of water splashing in the bathroom.

So she replied, "He's in a shower, you can call again later.’

She yawned, hung up the phone, and went back to sleep.

On the other end of the phone, Mathew was so surprised that he couldn't keep his mouth shut. Such

spicy

news so early in the morning? Joyce was too tired even to talk and the other was in the shower. The

ascetic Luther

finally got the hang of it? Since the two had been so intimate now, what's the investigation? He did not

even bother to say what he found out.

Joyce was dazed and didn't know how long she had slept.

Finally woken up by hunger, she got up and washed up and then changed into another pinky pajamas.

Because she was still having a fever and she still felt cold, she put on another camisole.

She opened the door to her room and went downstairs.

Downstairs, she could see Luther from afar, who was sitting in the dining room at the marble table. He

was having breakfast and watching the news on his phone.