You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 891

"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.

you last night, and you were too rough.” He pulled

you feed me?" Joyce froze and subconsciously pursued the

he

time. So tell me, how was I supposed to feed you?" He reclined against the sofa, supported his forehead with

in her head, and

seemed to

lips, she seemed to remember the warm and soft feeling. Last night she seemed to

little by little,

was enough to give her

last night? Later, did he feed

the hall, she had made quite a

What had she

said to her very seriously, "Mommy, no more

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 my

inside

head helplessly. This little boy

"Remember now?" Luther pursued.

glaring

"Huh."

"Get up and finish your medicine. It's time for you to go back to your own apartment.” Joyce stood up and said to

in a blanket,

pretend.

but he didn't

up someone who was pretending to

him several times for a few

anymore and went up and turned him over with

Then, she froze.

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 woman.

of his even breathing came and his chest

was, surprisingly,

stunned for a moment. She simply couldn't do anything about him. In

he had fallen asleep, she could no

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

no choice but to get a quilt for him from the room and

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