You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1883 Seeing Your Happiness

"That's good," Cecelia's expression relaxed slightly. "Seeing your happiness, only then can I be at ease."

"Mom, we're fine. You go take care of Alisha first, we'll talk later," Joyce said softly.

"Okay, I'll hang up for now," Cecelia smiled as she ended the video call.

Joyce breathed a sigh of relief, leaning towards Luther and reaching out to hold him without saying a word.

"What's wrong?" Luther kissed the back of her hand gently, saying, "I mean it, Orik and Dr. Jocelyn have returned, they will find a solution."

In fact, they hadn't. He lied to her. Orik and Dr. Jocelyn had only found a way to delay, not a substantive solution. As for how long they could delay, that was also uncertain. But he didn't want to tell her. Also, in the past two days, he had begun to feel a bit weak, knowing deep inside that his condition might be worsening. But he couldn't let her worry anymore.

Joyce nodded. "Yes, of course. We still have many, many years ahead of us. Until you're tired of me, that is."

Luther smiled, reaching out to pinch her nose. "How could I ever get tired of you? Let alone in this lifetime, not even in the next or the one after."

After speaking, he gently kissed her lips. Perhaps feeling it wasn't enough, he simply embraced her waist and indulged in a deep kiss.

At that moment, Anderson came down from the second floor and upon seeing them embracing and kissing, he pretended to turn away. "I didn't see anything. Not suitable for kids," he joked.

Hearing Anderson's voice, Joyce quickly pushed Luther away. "Be mindful, this is the living room."

Luther let go of Joyce. "Understood, my dear wife."

give me that, you don't live up to what you say," Joyce teased

hand. "Hungry? It's time

distance. "Yes, it's all set. Anderson,

of people sat down at

cuisine and a Western chef to prepare

Anderson with plenty of delicious

"Can I go back

yourself. Of course, you can, and Uncle Aaron will be in charge of picking you up and dropping you off. Do you miss

he scooped a spoonful of dessert, a delicious mango soufflé. Although he kept in touch with Fair, given the

Luther praised. "Darrin smiled, with a hint of oddity. No wonder Mr. Warner was so paranoid, difficult to get close to, turns out he was never good

always insisted on sending Anderson to regular schools at his age; interacting with peers was crucial for his mental and physical well-being. Geniuses could be lonely and needed to actively engage with

stern look. What did that peculiar

going to Rohomes for a special

He got along well with Darrin, and

going on business," Darrin ruffled Anderson's

I was just asking," Anderson replied

to him, and let him arrange whatever you need," Joyce said. "And his captain of the guard, what's her name?" She suddenly couldn't recall. "Grizela,"

right, Grizela," Joyce nodded. "They should be able to assist you, and likewise, we can help them covertly. In

that the Rohomes heir election has been postponeddue to unforeseen

Joyce was taken aback, wondering why she hadn't heard any

timing of the postponement is unclear, but I heard there's been a complication. The most likely heir, Clint, might not be the