You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 393

"I ..." Charlotte stammered, her mind racing with excuses for fear that he would notice anything.

"I am here to see a friend." Just as she finished, she regretted it and hastily added, "A female friend, she … she lives here."

"Oh. I have a dinner party tonight, so I'll be off. Mathew, let's go upstairs and wait for the client." Luther didn't want to talk much to Charlotte. He gestured to Mathew to go upstairs with him.

"Actually we can..." Mathew had not finished his sentence, and he was already pulled away by Luther.

"Luther, goodbye!" Charlotte shouted softly at Luther's departing back.

She was relieved to see that he didn't say anything.

She didn't expect such bad luck today. First, she was threatened by Thomas, and then she met Luther right after she made out with Ricky.

She looked herself up and down carefully and decided that there was nothing weird around her.

Fortunately, she did not register her real name for the room. She was still not that stupid.

Fearing further complications, she hurriedly left the hotel.

When he stepped into the elevator, Mathew was surprised, "We don't need to pick him up deliberately, he might think we are too nervous, just wait downstairs. Besides, it's my client, why are you getting so worked up?"

"Nothing to do. Going up to look around." Luther blurted out a reason.

"By the way, that woman just now, who is it? It looks familiar, I think I've seen her somewhere before?" Mathew thought, and suddenly raised his voice, "Ah, it's the Heath family's daughter, Charlotte, right? I have seen her quite a lot on the news. No wonder she looks so familiar."

Luther’s handsome eyebrows were tightly knit, and he did not say a word.

"Hey, is she the one who is engaged to you and pregnant with your child?" Mathew nudged Luther from the side, "What about Joyce? I don't think this Miss Heath is quite your type. What's going on? What's the matter?"

When they talked about Joyce, just in time, the elevator doors opened.

Luther pushed Mathew out with force, "Pick up your client, I'll handle it, you don’t need to worry."

"Hey. I thought you said you were coming with me to pick up ..."

Before Mathew could finish his sentence, the elevator doors had already closed.

"Handle it? Handle what? What are you talking about?!" Mathew said indignantly, "I prefer Joyce."

Luther then pressed the button for the first floor in the elevator.

Returning to the hotel lobby, he approached the front desk and politely asked, "Hello, can you do me a favor? I would like to know if a lady named Charlotte had a room here earlier, and which room specifically?"

The receptionist saw Luther's extraordinary looks and her heart was racing, so she hurriedly returned, "Yes, I'll check, please wait a moment." Actually, it's against the rules to investigate guest information privately, but now she couldn’t care less about rules.

After a while.

The receptionist smiled back and said, "Sorry, I don’t find any records for a client named Charlotte."

Luther pondered, frowned for a moment, and showed a scribbled smile to the waiter, "Thank you."

The waitress almost looked dumbfounded and felt that she was willing to break the law for this man, let alone just a few rules.

The moment Luther turned around, his eyes had completely cold down.

Definitely, Charlotte's sudden appearance here was certainly not for some female friend of hers.

There was no room record for her, and possibly she did not use her real name for the room.

And that made the whole thing even more strange. Why would she even do that?

His heart could not help but wonder ...