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.

"She's so annoying. She's always clinging to me, it's so irritating. And besides, she's not even that pretty. There are

help but laugh. "Andres, you have such high standards. So Kiki isn't considered pretty, then who

mind, Fair's image flashed

natural beauty that

there was no

did he always inexplicably think of Fair? That

conversation with among his peers. She was

into her at the department store this afternoon. Her cousin was helping her

wonder it was so quiet this afternoon,” Anderson yawned. "She has a talent for art and painting. The kindergarten exhibited

family is a hundred-year-old artistic family,

suddenly understood Torrance's actions. He would rather remain unmarried and search for the sperm of a genius painter in the genetic bank, combining it with his own inherited talent. This ensured that the Bryant family’s artistic legacy would not

practicing horse riding all afternoon, and I'm tired," Anderson

"Okay," Joyce nodded.

accompanied him

head, staying with him for a

closed the door and

the wall showed that it was already

the empty screen, and

so late, and Luther hadn't

if he was going to be late, he would at least inform her in

there was no news

help but

Khebury, and there was currently no danger

aimlessly looked at her phone for a while, then

past eleven, she felt too tired and couldn't wait any

room to

already cracked open, and dawn was approaching. He took a shower in the bathroom, spending quite some

room were