You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1894: Unusually Calm

A few days later.

Life was unusually calm, so serene that one could hardly sense a ripple of disturbance. Anderson was dropped off and picked up from school by Aaron every day, with several bodyguards accompanying him in the car. Upon arriving at the school, the security system was stringent, and it was integrated with the security network arranged by Anderson and Luther.

On this particular day, Anderson arrived at the classroom quite early. After spending a considerable amount of time together, his classmates treated him with utmost respect. Besides his prominent status, his personal abilities were unparalleled.

Outdoor activities were common in this prestigious school. Mornings usually involved music lessons and training, along with some rehearsals. Lunch was carefully prepared by the school, and some students had the habit of taking a short nap. Anderson never napped; instead, he always spent his time on his computer at noon. Afternoon sessions were mainly dedicated to art. Sporting activities followed after three o'clock.

On this day, the school had arranged horse riding as part of the sports activities. Anderson had not known how to ride a horse initially, only starting to learn after coming to this kindergarten. Each child had their own horse-riding clothes and equipment, and the school had carefully selected some ponies suitable for beginners.

After a period of time, Anderson had established a good relationship with one of the ponies, named Andrew. Now, he was adept at riding. After a playful time with the other children, it was soon time to leave school. Anderson changed back into his original clothes, neatly packed his riding gear, and placed it back in his locker.

Upon returning to the classroom, he did not see Kiki or Westbrook. It was strange, as he hadn't seen them during the horse riding either. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Normally, Kiki loved horse riding, yet she hadn't gone today. Recently, Westbrook seemed like a changed person, behaving differently at school compared to before. Not only was he not causing trouble, but he was also managing to control his temper and trying to get along with his classmates. However, this was not easy, given the number of people Westbrook had offended before. Moreover, now that he had lost his mother, even fewer children were willing to interact with him.

Westbrook dared not provoke Anderson, let alone mention the incident when Anderson had reprimanded him before. They coexisted peacefully.

packed his things and prepared to leave school. Other children gradually returned to the classroom, and someone remarked, "Hey, did you see Westbrook? He's really worrisome. Could he have gone somewhere to

I saw him in the art room, always hovering around Kiki. He's either helping Kiki pull a chair or serving soup, carrying food, or fetching chopsticks. Right

chewing gum. I'd be annoyed if I were her." The speaker was a little girl, and her tone carried a hint of jealousy. After all, all girls hoped to be surrounded by boys, regardless of

the girl who had spoken earlier ran up to Anderson, trying to flatter him. Finally, Kiki wasn't around, so she could show her

to meet your mom. Could we go

shot her a cold glance. Go out for a meal with him and his

address me by my full name. Don't let me catch you

turned away coldly and walked

girl was left standing awkwardly in place, stomping her

detour as he left, passing

aware that what was happening at home was closely related to the Saunders family. In order to put his parents' minds at ease, he didn't want any trouble to arise at any

he pushed open the door to

in front of her, surrounded by various colors of

palette of colors, then help squeeze out the paint. But Kiki looked

stop following me all the time? You're

isn't cobaltblue; it's cerulean. Don't randomly grab colors; using the wrong color will have a

you. If I don't take the paint, can I

even know what 6B is. I have to sharpen my pencils by hand; I can't use a sharpener. Fine, just leave it there; don't touch my

not causing a disturbance. Can I at least