You Hit My Heart
Chapter 1798: No Need To Endure

Chapter 1798: No Need to Endure

Luther froze. Since leaving the Warner residence, he had indeedrefrained from touching her for a long time. Even though his body wasalready uncomfortable, her words made him even more restless,burning like fire.

He lowered his head. "A kiss from you will be enough.”

Having said that, he covered her lips, deepening the kiss, and entwinedtheir tongues. Unable to touch, he could only use kisses to alleviate thediscomfort in his body, but it felt like a drop in the bucket. His wholebody became increasingly tense and hot, as if it was about to explode.Joyce held onto the back of his neck and kissed him back. Her handventured downwards.

Suddenly, she parted her lips from his and lightly nibbled on hisearlobe, her voice seductive. “No need to endure, I'll help you."

Her boldness sent a chill down his spine.

After a long while, she lay beside him, listening to his heartbeat, whichwas even more intense than before. She tightly held onto his waist untilhis heartbeat gradually calmed down.

His body was burning hot, causing her to break out in a thin layer ofsweat.

Satisfied, Luther breathed lightly and lowered his head to look at her inhis arms. He reached out and gently pushed her damp hair behind herear before lightly kissing her forehead.

"You don't have to do this for me."

He wiped the corner of her lips with his hand.

It was hard to imagine that the aloof and self-restrained Joyce would dosuch things for him.

Joyce didn't answer, she just buried her face in his embrace.

He lifted her up a bit, and the two of them leaned on each other, lyingdiagonally on the bed. He stroked her long hair along her cheek andsaid, "Regarding Athena, you don't have any questions for me. Aboutthe past?"

Joyce shook her head. "I'm not interested. I don't care about her affairs.I trust you, you don't have to explain to me."

"Alright," Luther didn't say anything more.

"Are you hungry? Shall I get something for you to eat?" she asked.

"A little," Luther nodded.

“I'l go now. What do you want to eat?" she asked again, about to getup, but he stopped her.

"Don’t move. You stay in bed and rest," he didn't want to let go, instead,he held her tighter.

He reached out and tapped her forehead. "You thought you werealready fine? You lie down, I'll make some food for you. What do youwant to eat?"

Joyce smiled awkwardly. There was a moment just now when sheforgot that she needed to rest in bed. But she really wanted to get upand move a bit. She couldn't stand lying down all the time.

"Something light. I like the porridge you make," she said.

"Alright," Luther smiled and pinched her nose. Leaning over, helingered on her lips, unable to resist deeply kissing her again.

This kiss lasted a long time.

Until both of them were breathless.

After a short while, there was a commotion from upstairs.

It was probably Darrin and Anderson, who had finished setting up thehome security system. Anderson excitedly went downstairs, saying, “It'sso cool. We've set up a three-layer firewall here, it's invincible. No onecan break in."

Passing by the second floor, Anderson saw the door open and rushedin.

"Dad, Mommy, I've connected the security system to your phones. Youcan check the situation at home anytime. Once there's any movement,your phones will sound the alarm first."

Luther was still pressing down on Joyce when he saw Anderson comein. Instead of letting go, he turned over and hugged Joyce, continuingto lie down, and waved at Anderson.

"Come here, are you tired? Do you want to rest for a while?"

He didn't have anything to hide in front of his son. During the periodwhen he was often away from home, Anderson must have felt uneasy.For a child, the cold treatment from his father to his mother was aninvisible harm.

Likewise, a father's love for his mother was the best family educationfor a child.

He hugged Joyce and, in front of Anderson, repeatedly kissed hercheek.

Joyce turned away, feeling a little embarrassed. "Don't do this in front ofthe child. It's not good.”

"What's the problem? He has seen it before," he chuckled softly, andboldly kissed her lips, finally feeling some sense of reality after missingher for so long.

Joyce gasped for breath and finally pushed him away.

Anderson hopped onto the big bed. "I'm really tired. Did you both restjust now, or have you already woken up?"

Joyce gently touched Anderson's head. "We"Just woke up," shereplied.

Luther got up and gave them space on the bed. “You guys sleep. I'll goprepare some food for you. When you wake up, we can have somesnacks."

"Okay," Anderson said, lying down in Joyce's embrace.

Joyce hugged Anderson, feeling particularly at ease. This time,Anderson didn't show any fear. After experiencing a kidnapping and therecent explosion, fortunately, it didn't leave a deep psychological impacton him.

Anderson was really tired and suddenly felt sleepy. He curled up inJoyce's arms and quickly fell asleep.

Joyce gently stroked his back, relieved that Anderson was fine. Shecouldn't help but feel guilty when she thought about Vicki, who wascurrently missing. She held Anderson even tighter, realizing that shecouldn't afford to lose anyone else. Alisha, Anderson, the child in herwomb, and Luther-they were all important to her.

Now, Alisha should have returned to the warlord's residence withCecelia. She wondered if Alisha had woken up yet and how she wouldreact. It was a completely unfamiliar environment, and Alisha might bescared. But with Cecelia there, she shouldn't have to worry.

Lost in her thoughts, Joyce grew tired and sleepy, and soon sheentered the realm of dreams.

When she woke up, it was already dark outside. Joyce was surprisedand instinctively looked at the clock. It was already 7 p. m.

She must have been so tired that she slept for so long without realizingit.

Next to her, Anderson sensed the movement and woke up as well."Mummy, it's already dark. I'm so hungry!" Anderson sat up, turning onthe light.

Joyce gently patted his back. “I'm hungry too. The meal should beready by now. You can go downstairs and eat.”

"Mummy, I'll bring you something to eat,” Anderson offered thoughtfully.Just as he said that, Luther pushed the door open. He had heard thecommotion downstairs. Seeing that they were awake, he smiled andsaid, "You're both awake. Let's have dinner.”

Anderson said, "I was about to bring something for Mummy. Mummycan't get out of bed."

Luther approached them. "Who said that? I'll carry her downstairs.”With that, he walked over, lifted Joyce from the bed, and carried her tothe door, then all the way downstairs to the dining room.

There was a table full of dishes, not snacks, but a sumptuous dinner.Steak, codfish, drunken shrimp with lemon, grilled eel, seafood congee-everything Anderson loved to eat was there.

Anderson happily sat down. “What a feast! Let's dig in!"

He picked up his fork and took a piece of steak, stuffing his mouth full."Put me down. I can walk," Joyce felt a little embarrassed becauseDarrin was also in the living room. “The doctor's orders weren'tabsolute. Normal activities are fine."

"I just wanted to carry you," Luther placed her on a chair and gentlynibbled her earlobe.

Joyce turned her face away, her cheeks heating up.

Darrin stood not far away, looking at the scene and feeling a sense ofpeace. He hoped that this calm and peaceful days could last a littlelonger.