You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

"Huh. Feed you?!"

Joyce simply wanted to pick up the glass in her hand and smash it hard at his handsome face.

They were now at home and it would take time to clean it up if it got dirty, and Anderson was around, so she didn't want to make it look bad. Suddenly, he reached out and yanked her hard.

She lost her balance and fell directly into his arms.

Before she landed in his embrace, his arms passed around her waist and wrapped tightly around her.

She clutched the glass in her hand tightly and didn't dare to make a sound, because she was afraid to startle Anderson, who was playing a game beside her. Just now she had almost accidentally knocked it all over.

She tried to move his hand away, but she was locked up by the hand firmly and could hardly move at all.

She turned back at him with a deadly glare.

“You fed me." He was now like a complete scoundrel, “Last night, when you were drunk, it was also me who fed you the sober pills."

She froze. Last night? She took sober pills?

After she heard what he said, she finally got a little bit of the scattered memories about last night back. Indeed, she took something very bitter, and she could hardly bear it. No wonder when she got up in the morning, there was still a residual bitterness in her mouth.

She thought it was the aftertaste of the red wine, but it turned out to be the sober pills.

"So you can remember it now?" He looked at her with amusement in his eyes.

"Mommy, did you drink yesterday?" Anderson suddenly looked up and asked. In fact, he had heard it when they were talking at the door earlier, but only now did he ask.

"Ah, I drank a little. Anderson, you play the game first." Joyce whipped her head around and didn’t want to talk more about it with him.

Luther raised an eyebrow, "A little?"

Joyce hurriedly shoved the glass to his thin lips, stopping him from continuing to speak, "I'm feeding you now. Drink it." She lifted the glass and the brown liquid was almost poured into his mouth.

Luther almost choked on her rough moves.

He took her hand and held it steady, and he finished the entire glass soon.

finished drinking, he looked at her with a sultry expression, “That's not how I fed you last night, and you were

feed me?" Joyce froze and

he feed her

tell me, how was I supposed to feed you?" He reclined

her head, and her cheeks were suddenly

heard him, she seemed to think

lips, she seemed to remember the warm and soft

memories come back little by little, though

to give her a

night? Later, did he feed her the medicine

even after the farce in the hall, she

over. What

to her

won't drink anymore." Joyce hurriedly reassured Anderson and gently touched the back of his head. Anderson glanced at Luther's hand on Mommy's waist as he sagely slid off the top of the couch and said, "I'm going to

that, he ran inside the room with a

head helplessly. This little boy

"Remember now?" Luther pursued.

her beautiful eyes fiercely glaring at him. She was not going to admit

"Huh."

not admit it. "Get up and

a blanket, lay down on the soft sofa, turned around, and pretended he

don't pretend. Get

pushed him, but he

just could never wake up someone who was pretending to be

repeatedly called him several times for a few minutes, but he didn't

it anymore and went up and turned him over with

Then, she froze.

long, narrow eyes were gently closed, forming a beautiful arc, and his cheeks, because of the heat, were tinged with red, which then set up his skin which was more delicate than that of a

sound of his even breathing came and his

surprisingly,

moment. She simply couldn't do anything about him. In the past, she did not know

had fallen asleep, she could no longer kick

felt his forehead, and his temperature was still high. He had just drunk the medicine and it must not have taken effect

get a quilt for him from the