You Hit My Heart

Chapter 33

Luther’s lips, tilting it slightly to let the water flow into his mouth.The knot in his sexy throat rolled.“How can we sleep with only one bed? Or you can give me the car key and I’ll sleep in the car.” Joyce suggested.Luther said lightly, “How do you sleep with a broken car glass?” Joyce pretended a unnatural smile. What should she do, sleep in the same bed with him?“What are you worried about?” He snorted, “I’m tired. Plus, what do you think I’d do to a woman who’s getting a divorce with me tomorrow?”Well, she had to do it.Joyce went into the bathroom to wash up and rinse off briefly.When she came out, she saw that Luther had fallen asleep.The light in the room was dim. He was actually quite good-looking when he was asleep with less coldness and sharpness on his face. His eyelashes were like a fan casting shadows. And his high nose, thin lips. All of them was quiet and harmless.She tried to recall the man