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.

iPad and frowned. "She's so annoying. She's always clinging to me, it's so irritating. And besides, she's not even

laugh. "Andres, you have such high standards.

Fair's

that emanated from within, without any pretense, and

case, there

didn't answer. He pursed his lips. Why did he always inexplicably think of Fair? That person who betrayed him, it was absurd that he

the only one he could have a conversation with among his peers. She was

into her at the department

afternoon,” Anderson yawned. "She has a talent for art and painting. The kindergarten exhibited her artworks, and she even had an art exhibition.

is a hundred-year-old artistic family, so it makes

the

horse riding all

"Okay," Joyce nodded.

Anderson finished washing up, she accompanied him to his room and put him to

asleep quickly, and Joyce gently touched his head, staying with him for

the door and returned to the living

clock on the wall showed that it

at the empty

was already so late, and Luther hadn't

going to be

was no news

but feel a

she thought, this was Khebury, and there was currently no danger here.

her phone for a while, then

it was past eleven, she felt too

her room to sleep and quickly fell

Luther came back home, the eastern sky had already cracked open, and dawn was approaching. He took a shower in the bathroom, spending quite some

curtains in the room were