You Hit My Heart
Chapter 1994: Did It End?

Chapter 1994: Did it end?

Night.

After Anderson and Alisha went back to their room to sleep, and settled in, finally free after a busy day.

Joyce and Luther went to the nursery to check on Wilson and Cullen again.

Wilson and Cullen may have been a little tired from playing during the day, and were both soundly asleep now. Their small bodies rose and fell with each breath, their rosy faces especially tender.

Luther kissed each of them on the cheek.

Then he and Joyce quietly left the room and closed the door.

With four children in the house, tending to each of them was indeed exhausting.

After bathing, Joyce lay on the big bed, not wanting to move.

Luther came out after his shower and saw Joyce lying on the bed, her hair not yet dry. He turned back to the bathroom, brought a towel, and sat on the edge of the bed. "Your hair isn't dry yet, why haven't you blow-dried it?"

"I don't feel like it." Joyce reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Can we just go to bed early?"

Luther pulled her up. "It's okay if you don't feel like it, I'll help you dry it."

With that, he had her lean against him.

Using the towel to gently dry her hair, and finally smoothing it for her, "Okay, wet hair can cause headaches, especially when you wake up the next day."

"Who told you that? I never blow-dried my hair before sleeping and never had a headache. Don't believe these so-called expert opinions." Joyce rolled her eyes. "You've been getting more and more loquacious lately, with all these random rules. You're getting on my nerves, and I'm starting to be rebellious. If you keep watching me like this, you'll have to sleep in another room."

"Okay, I won't say anything." Luther chuckled softly, unable to do anything about her. It turns out she is also this willful, truly adorable. Sleeping in separate rooms was absolutely not an option. He wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully without her in his arms.

Taking off his outerwear, Luther pulled Joyce into bed with him.

"With everyone coming and going today, I know you're tired, get some rest early." He caressed her long hair, softly twirling his fingers, and touched her smooth arms, a touch so delightful.

"It's actually not bad, I just felt a bit drowsy for a while. I'm feeling better now." Joyce nestled in his arms. "Your mother seems to have changed a lot, her whole demeanor is completely different."

"With everything she's been through, and getting sick again. She should've seen through it all." Luther was indifferent. He didn't have much of a relationship with his own mother, and everything he did now was just out of duty.

"Ah, it was a bit awkward today. Wilson didn't want your mother to hold him the whole time. I had to come up with an excuse, saying that Wilson was shy." Joyce sighed.

"Wilson isn't shy, he just doesn't like my mother, I think it's normal. You should have been honest." Luther raised an eyebrow. Wilson is simply picky about people, no surprise he doesn't want to be close to Jacqueline and Shelly.

"That's not good." Joyce shifted positions. "Fortunately, today, we sent your mother and Shelly away first. If my mother left first, it would make things even more awkward, and Anderson's behavior wasn't well concealed either."

Luther pointed at Joyce's forehead. "If he were to deliberately conceal it, he wouldn't be my son. Your mother put in a lot of effort to be good to them. They don't want your mother to leave, it's Andres showing his genuine emotions, nothing wrong with that."

"It's fine as long as you're not bothered. I just felt a bit awkward." Joyce snuggled in closer to him.

"You're overthinking it. You get what you give." Luther held Joyce even tighter. "Finally, after sending them all away, can we talk about something else?"

"What do you want to talk about?" Joyce raised her head from Luther's embrace, looking at him with confusion.

"Did it end for you?" Luther suddenly asked, pointing in her direction.

Joyce didn't understand. "What's ended?"

Luther looked at her abdomen. "It's been more than twenty days, it should have ended?"

Only then did Joyce realize he was asking if her bleeding had stopped after childbirth. There was actually a few days when she had been clean.

It was clear that his remark was teasing, which made her cheeks blush.

Biting her lip, she didn't know how to respond.

Seeing her hesitant expression, Luther knew for sure that it hadn't ended yet.

He chuckled wickedly, quickly flipping her onto her back.

But teasingly asked, "Can I? I've been holding back for over a month. It's been too difficult."

Joyce was struggling to breathe under his weight, her cheeks even redder, she gasped, "You haven't been holding back for over a month, nonsense."

"You helped me in the middle, but not nearly enough. I've been going crazy. Can I?" Luther asked while a