You Hit My Heart

Chapter 30

upset, as if he was acting rashly to say so. “It’s OK. Grandma has been good to me and I will do my duty. Money won’t be needed, it’s enough.” She thought of the gentle Cecelia she had just seen, and her parents whom she had never met, and an inexplicable sadness crossing her heart.Stephanie gave her the feeling that she was one of the family member, and she will take care of her as if she were her family member.In this world, she never had anyone she could rely on.Joyce stopped talking. She seemed to immerse in the solitude. This loneliness from the inside out let Luther feel pity.Luther’s heart felt like it was stung by something, but there was no taking back what was said.He hammered the steering wheel in exasperation.Suddenly, his expression was awe-inspiring and his black eyes contracted violently.He looked at the rearview mirror several times and then stepped on the gas pedal, like a sword off the string, to accelerate the car.Inertia caused Joyce to slam backwards into the seat, hurting her neck.As if sensing danger, she took a deep breath, “What’s wrong?”“There are several cars trailing us.” Luther’s voice was like cold ice.Joyce looked at the inside rearview mirror and then the right rearview mirror.One, two, three, four. She counted silently.“There are four cars trailing in total.” Joyce looked gloomy, “We are now in the middle of nowhere, which is the same as being exposed to their view.”As they spoke, two cars behind them roared furiously to their front.“Bang”, it was a gunshot, straight at them.Joyce can actually judge the sound of the gun and the trajectory of the bullet, and she can dodge it.However, Luther was faster. He did not hesitate for a moment. One of his hands wielded the steering wheel to avoid their chasing, and the other one pressed her head to his chest, using his body to protect her. The large caliber bullet was so powerful that it went right through the front windshield and brushed past the seat.Knock, knock, knock!She heard the violent and powerful beating of his heart, and smelled his distinctive masculine scent. That was good. She was always all by herself, and had never had this kind of warmth and reassurance since she grew up.In her heart,