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.

clinging to me, it's so irritating. And besides, she's not even that pretty. There are plenty of other

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

Anderson's mind, Fair's image flashed

he had to compare beauty, he thought Fair was much more beautiful. She had a natural beauty that emanated from within, without any pretense, and exuded an air

case, there

always inexplicably think of Fair? That person

a conversation with among his

"What is Kiki good at? I bumped into her at the department store this afternoon. Her cousin was helping her

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

Bryant family is a hundred-year-old artistic family, so

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

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

"Okay," Joyce nodded.

finished washing up, she accompanied him to his

touched his head, staying with him for a while before

the door and

on the wall showed that it was already

at the empty screen, and

that it was already so late, and Luther hadn't come

if he was going to

there was no

help but feel a bit

she thought, this was Khebury, and there was currently no danger here. What could happen to him? He probably just forgotto

her phone for a while,

she felt too tired and couldn't

room to sleep and

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

bed, where the curtains in the room were thick