You Hit My Heart
Chapter 1683: Choosing To Trust Him

Chapter 1683: Choosing to Trust Him

On the other side, Joyce returned home and placed the baby suppliesshe had bought in the nursery. This room was prepared for the twinboys, and she planned to decorate it nicely. This time, she would raisethem well, providing them with enough companionship and ensuringthat they lacked no love.

With both parents present, they wouldn't grow up feeling as lonely asAnderson did. The absence of love had inevitably affected Anderson'sgrowth.

Anderson was always quiet when interacting with his peers, making itdifficult to enter his inner world.

Just like now, playing games in the living room after dinner, seeminglyoblivious to everything around him, immersed in his own world.

Joyce approached Anderson and gently embraced him, asking in a softvoice, "Andres, how does the new kindergarten feel? Which one isbetter, compared to the two kindergartens in the Capital?"

Anderson looked up. "They're all the same, nothing special.”

Joyce furrowed her brow slightly. "Most of the kids here are like you,talented and gifted. Do you have any friends you get along with?"Anderson continued to lower his head, engrossed in his game. Heshook his head. "No."

Joyce was taken aback. "Why?"

She had always known that Anderson had difficulty getting along withothers, and that was something she worried about. She had alwaysinsisted on giving Anderson a normal childhood, with interactions withpeers. But it seemed that there hadn't been any significantimprovement.

"No reason. Their talents are all so lame, it's just instruments, painting,and some robots. Pathetic. They can form a small band and perform atthe kindergarten, but what does that have to do with me? I'm notinterested at all.”

Anderson looked disdainful and continued to play his game.

Joyce couldn't help but feel exasperated. Such high standards, lookingdown on everyone, just like Luther.

"What about the new girl, Kiki? I saw her the other day, and she's quitepretty, with a gentle personality. Can you be friends with her?" sheasked again.

Anderson finished the game in his hands. He had won.

He put down his iPad and frowned. "She's so annoying. She's alwaysclinging to me, it's so irritating. And besides, she's not even that pretty.There are plenty of other beautiful girls.”

Joyce couldn't help but laugh. "Andres, you have such high standards.So Kiki isn't considered pretty, then who is?"

In Anderson's mind, Fair's image flashed by.

If he had to compare beauty, he thought Fair was much more beautiful.She had a natural beauty that emanated from within, without anypretense, and exuded an air of innocence. Compared to Kiki, sheseemed vulgar.

In any case, there was no comparison.

Anderson didn't answer. He pursed his lips. Why did he alwaysinexplicably think of Fair? That person who betrayed him, it was absurdthat he should think of her.

But strangely enough, she was the only one he could have aconversation with among his peers. She was the only one who trulyunderstood him.

Joyce asked again, "What is Kiki good at? I bumped into her at thedepartment store this afternoon. Her cousin was helping her pick outequestrian gear."

"Oh, no wonder it was so quiet this afternoon,” Anderson yawned. "Shehas a talent for art and painting. The kindergarten exhibited herartworks, and she even had an art exhibition. I saw those paintings,they were boring."

"The Bryant family is a hundred-year-old artistic family, so it makessense," Joyce nodded.

She suddenly understood Torrance's actions. He would rather remainunmarried and search for the sperm of a genius painter in the geneticbank, combining it with his own inherited talent. This ensured that theBryant family’s artistic legacy would not be overshadowed.

"Mama, I want to sleep early today. I've been practicing horse riding allafternoon, and I'm tired," Anderson rubbed his eyes.

"Okay," Joyce nodded.

After Anderson finished washing up, she accompanied him to his roomand put him to bed.

Anderson fell asleep quickly, and Joyce gently touched his head,staying with him for a while before leaving the room.

She closed the door and returned to the living room.

The clock on the wall showed that it was already ten o'clock.

She took out her phone, stared at the empty screen, and became lostin thought.

It was strange that it was already so late, and Luther hadn't come backyet.

In the past few days, if he was going to be late, he would at least informher in advance.

But today, there was no news at all.

She couldn't help but feel a bit worried.

But then she thought, this was Khebury, and there was currently nodanger here. What could happen to him? He probably just forgotto callher.

She aimlessly looked at her phone for a while, then watched TV for abit.

By the time it was past eleven, she felt too tired and couldn't wait anylonger.

So, she went back to her room to sleep and quickly fell asleep.

When Luther came back home, the eastern sky had already crackedopen, and dawn was approaching. He took a shower in the bathroom,spending quite some time before stepping out.

He approached the bed, where the curtains in the room were thick andtightly closed, blocking out the morning light.

He embraced Joyce from behind, their bodies warm and close, andclosed his eyes to sleep.

When Joyce opened her eyes, it was already nearly noon.

She felt herself nestled in a warm embrace. She turned around andhugged him.

In fact, she had awakened several times during the night because hehadn't come back, and she hadn't slept soundly. The last time shewoke up was around four in the morning, so he must have returnedafter four.

She was half-awake, half-asleep, but she couldn't help but wonder,what had he gone to do?

Why hadn't he said anything to her?

She really didn't mind, it was impossible for her to mind. But the factthat he hadn't informed her at all was strange.

However, she chose to trust him. She reached out and held onto hiswaist. Recently, she had been quite fond of sleeping in and didn't wantto get out of bed in the morning.

Luther rested for a moment and then felt refreshed. He sensed hersnuggling into his embrace.

He closed his eyes and turned to press her beneath him, his hot kissestrailing along her neck. His hands became restless.

Joyce pushed him gently. "I need to get up. You haven't slept for long,sleep a little longer.”

He breathed heavily and whispered in her ear, "No, satisfy me first."Joyce let out a soft cry as he had already intruded without warning. Hewas in a hurry, more eager than usual. His actions were even a littlerough.

She groaned, furrowing her brow and pushing him away slightly.Although the doctor had said that she was stable at her current stage ofpregnancy and could engage in normal intimacy, caution was stillnecessary.

"Sorry. I'll be gentler," he said, kissing her lips with endless tenderness,making her melt like a pool of water in his arms.

Exhausted from their endeavors, they both fell asleep.

When Joyce woke up again, it was almost noon.

Luther was fully awake, and he kissed Joyce before getting out of bed.Joyce didn't bother scolding him. His internal clock was reversed, andhe had also disrupted her daily schedule, sleeping until noon every day.She couldn't care less about being made fun of.

Today, she wouldn't be able to go to the office in the morning.

In any case, she had to go in the afternoon.