You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Being wrapped around by the soft little hands, Luther felt his heart melting.

He removed Joyce's hand from his lips, and then he kissed Anderson on the cheek.

Anderson usually didn't like people kissing him, but this time he didn't avoid it.

Joyce saw what happened, only to feel a sense of powerlessness sweep through her body. Apparently, Luther was not very fond of children, but how would he just hug Anderson when he just saw him? "Mommy, it's this Uncle who gave me the Al pencil." Anderson explained, "Mommy said that when I receive a gift from someone, I will have to think about giving back, so that's why I went to this uncle's house and helped him with the network.”

Luther reached out and nudged Anderson's little head, "My name is Luther. Remember it."

" will remember now." Anderson nodded.

"What!"

Joyce was even more shocked. So they did not meet yesterday for the first ime? And they had already met before? Anderson got his Al pencil at the dinner party at the International Exhibition Center. They had met so early?

“You, you ..." She didn't know what to say, and in the end, she only questioned, "How can you give a kid such a precious gift just the first time you met him?"

Although he was the richest man in the country, that was quite over the top.

"Huh." Luther couldn't help but laugh, in an extraordinarily good mood, "Miss Knowles, are you worried about my money? Miss Knowles, can I take it that you want to manage my finances?"

"Who cares about you?" Joyce raised her voice and muttered. What was going on in his head? How was that even related? It was simply unreasonable.

"What did you say you wanted to borrow just now? Take it and hurry up."

She coldly drove him out and did not want to communicate with him any further.

"A kettle, is it? I'll go get it for you." She remembered that he had come to borrow a kettle. He was living in such a fancy apartment, and he didn't have a kettle? What a lame excuse?

And he said he didn't know she was moving in? Who would believe it? She turned around and took just a few steps.

magnetic voice rang

me in for a seat?

living room and sat down on top

matter if you don't want to lend me your kettle. Miss Knowles might as well make me a pot of tea? It's the same. My kettle happens to be broken, and a new one will be delivered

lip. This man was too

just a pot of tea? After the tea,

tea out, which Kane had prepared for her. This tea was actually for women and not very suitable for men, but, what the hell, there was

and brought it to the living room and set it on the coffee table in front

the two of them were having

I haven't even seen it before.

Tracking. It can be used to get the location in real-time." Luther

"What about this?"

what's going on inside

what's your full

"Anderson Knowles."

how to write? How

read and write. I'm very good

the hands that wrapped around Anderson trembled slightly. Joyce fell from that high cliff into the sea, and the child was safe and sound. Thank

but hold Anderson tighter, and a sourness

to access chapters of novels early and in the highest

stop the

teapot down on the coffee table in mild annoyance and poured him a cup in a

worry about his suspicion. Otherwise,

picked up his cup of tea, looked at her tenderly, and silently

it was already

darkness of the night seemed to have enveloped everything around them, and

the room, the warm yellow light spilled down, and everything around it

the contours of his handsome side face, under the soft light,

her as if with