You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 537

Joyce's heart skipped a beat, but then she thought, "So what if Luther saw it? Anyway, they were about to go their separate ways.

At this moment, Luther stood at the intersection, his long body blocking Joyce's way, his handsome features shrouded in gloom.

Close by, she could even feel a suffocating burst of negative air pressure emanating from his body.

Luther saw everything just now. At the moment he did not look at Joyce, his dark eyes stared straight at Christian, who was half leaning against the wall not far away.

Joyce swept a glance at Christian out of the corner of her eye.

The usually lazy-looking Christian at the moment turned pretty serious and his smile gradually disappeared.

It was the first time she had ever seen Luther and Christian face to face.

The two men were now looking at each other, and there seemed to be sparks shooting out. Their expressions were gloomy and appalling, and it was as if they wanted to devour each other.

Joyce drew a cold breath. Although she guessed that there must be a deep beef between Luther and Christian, she was still apprehensive when she saw them face to face for the first time today.

She did not want to get involved in their disputes.

While their swords were drawn and they were ready to go to war, she wanted to hurry up and leave, not wanting to get involved in the strife between them.

However, just as she took a step, she was swept up into Luther's arms.

"Where do you want to go?" His voice was icy, and he took a napkin out of his pocket, tackling her jaw with one hand and wiping her cheek hard with the napkin with the other, with a look of disgust.

"Don't you dare!"

Such explicit and ambiguous words instantly angered Luther, his fists tightly closed, and his rigid knuckles cackling in a silence.

"Why don't I? Does Mr. Warner still want to keep them both around you?" Christian sneered, "You don't even ask the lady next to you if she's willing?"

"You guys keep talking and leave me out of it." Joyce tried to leave, pushing back hard, but she couldn't break free of Luther's shackles.

"You let go." Anger ignited her crystal eyes. She felt like a commodity, being played with recklessly by the two shamelessly arrogant men in front of her. Just neither of them was anything good.

"How do you know him?" Instead of letting go, Luther increased the strength in his hands and squeezed her firmly.