You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

His words were immediately interrupted by her.

"Mr. Warner thinks I'm not paying for private lessons because I can't afford them? I still have that amount of money.” She gave him a blank look.

He had no place to spend his money, or was he sick in the head? He wanted to raise “other people's” child whenever he had a chance? She gave him a suspicious look. No, he should not have seen through her yet.

Moreover, he lost part of his former memory. It was impossible for him to think that Anderson was related to him.

Why was he so attentive then?

“Then why do you have to let Anderson go to kindergarten? Obviously, Anderson's IQ is not at all on the same level as theirs.”

Luther frowned in disbelief.

“I didn't want Anderson to skip grades too early. He should at least finish regular kindergarten. Character development is also important. He should spend more time with kids about the same age. He is after all just a child." Joyce said.

"Character development? What does it have to do with private tutoring? I grew up with private lessons from famous teachers and never worried about these."

think what she said even made

"Huh." Joyce laughed.

you think you have a pleasing personality?

ingredients out

into the kitchen, "Can I eat with you? I don't want to go out to eat. Recently, my stomach is not feeling

ignored him, but she took some more

said coldly, "It's Anderson's first day of kindergarten today, so I made it a point to pick him up myself. Dinner would also be prepared by the nanny. Mr.

He watched her from the

yet fully dark, the sunset afterglow shone, and the outline

good would it be if he could keep looking at

staring at her with all the affection, and she felt uncomfortable.

saying that you have a wife.” She frowned and glanced

stunning side face, and it was difficult for him to take his eyes

not good for you to keep staring at another woman." She spoke with a slight exasperation that

is very far away, but actually it's

a sophisticated stare, and there was something in the

not knowing what to