You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 950

"Forget it. I don’t want to argue with you. You just can do what you love."

She got up, ready to leave.

Suddenly, as if she thought of something, she turned around sharply and questioned, "What was Mr. Henderson talking about by substitute? What did that mean?"

Luther froze, overwhelmed by her question.

Justin doesn't know that Zora was Joyce and must think that he liked Zora just because Zora had a similar temperament to Joyce.

However, Joyce did not know that he had already figured out her identity.

If Justin hadn't pointed it out, it didn't occur to him that Joyce might mistakenly believe that he was approaching her in search of a "substitute".

God, what logic was this? He was getting himself so confused.

How could he explain to her that he actually knew she was "her"?

When Joyce noticed that he didn't say anything, she was even more convinced that he really saw her as a substitute for "herself"... Was that why he clung to her all day long? She frowned deeply and suddenly felt very unhappy in her heart.

But on second thought, what was she so angry anyway?

"Mr. Warner, you don't have anything to explain? I'm a substitute?" She asked unrelentingly.

Luther had such a headache. He looked up and felt really clueless. He simply asked, "Could it be that you are jealous?"

Joyce's face darkened, "Jealous your ass! Boring!"

It was obvious that he should explain, but he kicked the ball back to her. What a cunning man?

"I ... I remembered that I have a few people I need to visit tonight. I'll go talk to them for a few minutes."

Luther stood up and unnaturally cleared his throat.

Then, he hurriedly left his seat.

If they continued, it would only get more awkward.

Joyce stared hard at his back as he left and she gritted her teeth.

Whenever she attended an event like this, people always mentioned her past.

They kept just thanking her for her support of the orphanage charity...

Or they would be asking her bullshit like whether it was because she had grown up in an orphanage that she felt so grateful and she was so supportive of charity.

Every time she heard such questions, she was particularly annoyed and just wanted to smash a punch in their face.

Yet she still had to pretend to smile and accept everyone's blessing. She could barely hold her anger back.

Tonight, she deliberately stayed in the lounge a little longer and went straight out later to accept the flowers and get the job done.

At that moment, the door of the lounge was gently pushed open.

The person who came in was none other than Juanita.

Some items for the charity party were left in the lounge. Juanita was coming in to get her things, and she didn't expect that Charlotte would be in there all the time.

When Charlotte saw that it was Juanita, her eyebrows knitted up.