You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1683: Choosing to Trust Him

On the other side, Joyce returned home and placed the baby supplies she had bought in the nursery. This room was prepared for the twin boys, and she planned to decorate it nicely. This time, she would raise them well, providing them with enough companionship and ensuring that they lacked no love.

With both parents present, they wouldn't grow up feeling as lonely as Anderson did. The absence of love had inevitably affected Anderson's growth.

Anderson was always quiet when interacting with his peers, making it difficult to enter his inner world.

Just like now, playing games in the living room after dinner, seemingly oblivious to everything around him, immersed in his own world.

Joyce approached Anderson and gently embraced him, asking in a soft voice, "Andres, how does the new kindergarten feel? Which one is better, compared to the two kindergartens in the Capital?"

Anderson looked up. "They're all the same, nothing special.”

Joyce furrowed her brow slightly. "Most of the kids here are like you, talented and gifted. Do you have any friends you get along with?" Anderson continued to lower his head, engrossed in his game. He shook his head. "No."

Joyce was taken aback. "Why?"

She had always known that Anderson had difficulty getting along with others, and that was something she worried about. She had always insisted on giving Anderson a normal childhood, with interactions with peers. But it seemed that there hadn't been any significant improvement.

"No reason. Their talents are all so lame, it's just instruments, painting, and some robots. Pathetic. They can form a small band and perform at the kindergarten, but what does that have to do with me? I'm not interested at all.”

Anderson looked disdainful and continued to play his game.

Joyce couldn't help but feel exasperated. Such high standards, looking down on everyone, just like Luther.

"What about the new girl, Kiki? I saw her the other day, and she's quite pretty, with a gentle personality. Can you be friends with her?" she asked again.

Anderson finished the game in his hands. He had won.

to me, it's so irritating. And besides, she's not even that pretty. There

such high standards. So Kiki isn't considered pretty,

mind, Fair's image flashed

much more beautiful. She had a natural beauty that emanated from

there was no

he always inexplicably think of Fair? That person who betrayed him, it was absurd

have a conversation with among his peers. She

asked again, "What is Kiki good at? I bumped into her at the department store

painting. The kindergarten exhibited her artworks, and she even had an art exhibition.

Bryant family is a hundred-year-old artistic family, so it makes sense," Joyce

sperm of a genius painter in the genetic bank, combining it with

I've been practicing horse riding

"Okay," Joyce nodded.

finished washing up, she accompanied him to his room and

Joyce gently touched his head, staying with him for a while before

closed the door and returned to

clock on the wall showed that it was already ten

her phone, stared at the empty screen, and became

that it was already so late, and Luther

to be late, he would at least

was no news

couldn't help but feel

and there was currently no danger here. What could happen to him? He probably just forgotto call

at her phone for a while, then watched

eleven, she felt too tired

went back to her room to sleep and quickly

dawn was approaching. He took a

the bed, where the curtains in the room were thick and tightly closed, blocking out