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

Knowles won't invite me in for a seat? The hospitality is

consent, carried Anderson directly into the living room and sat down on top of

of tea? It's the same. My kettle happens to be broken, and a

This man was too thick-skinned

just a pot of tea? After the tea, she wanted to see what

which Kane had prepared for her. This tea was actually for women and not very suitable for men, but, what the hell, there was no

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

Luther, and the

I haven't even seen it

to get the location in real-time." Luther

"What about this?"

a monitoring app. You can see what's going on inside

your

"Anderson Knowles."

know how to write? How do you

I can read and write. I'm very good at

stunned, and the hands that wrapped around Anderson trembled slightly. Joyce fell from that high cliff into

and a sourness rose up between

on Gøøglᴇ to access

stop the conversation

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

worry about his suspicion. Otherwise, what Anderson said just now would

at her

then, it was

around them, and the

warm yellow light spilled down, and everything around it

of his handsome side face, under the soft light, became more distinct, and the lines became more

gazing at her as if with affection, made