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

invite me in for a seat?

Anderson directly into the living room and sat down on top of the couch like he was living

Miss Knowles might as well make me a pot of tea? It's the same. My kettle

her lip. This man was too thick-skinned

pot of tea? After the

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

to the living room and set it

the two of them were having so

seen it

used to get

"What about this?"

app. You can see what's going on inside the office at any

your

"Anderson Knowles."

know how to write? How do you

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

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

hold Anderson tighter, and a sourness rose up

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stop the conversation

teapot down on the coffee table in

memory, and she did not have to worry about his suspicion. Otherwise, what

tea, looked at her tenderly,

was

to have enveloped everything around them, and the

yellow light spilled down,

his handsome side face, under the soft

eyes, which kept gazing at her as if with affection, made her feel very