You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1929

Chapter 1929: Things We Love to Do

In a short while, Anderson also washed his hands and hurried over. The seaside was cool, and the family gathered around the bonfire, enjoying a warm and comforting hot pot.

The sound of the waves echoed incessantly in their ears, never-ending.

With premium ingredients such as geoduck, king crab, rare shellfish, and thinly sliced turbot, coupled with Wagyu beef and specially crafted sauces, Luther had practically transported a high-end restaurant to the seaside. This was the epitome of indulgence.

After dinner, the sky had turned completely dark. The boundless night sky hung over them like a dome, with countless stars enveloping the horizon, like the Milky Way within arm's reach.

Joyce lay nestled in Luther's arms, holding onto his waist, while Luther rested a hand on her swollen belly, feeling the excitement of the unborn child.

In front of them, the bonfire brewed fragrant tea, its aroma mingling with the salty sea breeze.

Meanwhile, Anderson and Alisha played happily in the glow of the fire, a scene of extraordinary warmth.

"Are you tired? I can carry you to the tent for a while," Luther whispered softly. "Aaron will watch the children, and the guards are nearby."

"But I haven't helped Alisha take a bath yet," Joyce murmured. "Once they tire themselves out from playing, it will be time for bed."

When the camper van had just arrived, she had taken a bath first, and only then had she prepared dinner.

"It's okay, you lie down for a while. Alisha is still young, I will help her wash," Luther gently stroked her hair.

Joyce was indeed a bit tired. She hadn't been able to rest at noon and had been busy, and now, in the warm embrace, her eyelids grew heavier.

"Alright, but you have to watch them," she nodded.

Luther got up and carefully lifted Joyce. "Do you still not trust me?" he teased.

buried her head in his chest and chuckled

carried Joyce to the tent. It had a door, windows, and a living room. He placed her gently on the bed inside the

his long fingers

she felt her forehead grow damp, knowing he was kissing her

letting

her lightly on the corners of her eyes, then

shallow peck, but gradually,

breath grew increasingly erratic, difficult to contain. Though Joyce was intoxicated by

be reflections in the tent. And..." she paused, feeling a

pecked her. "I

but this kind of intimacy was undoubtedly a case of grasping at straws,

his tension, Joyce knew he was

sorry for his restraint, she sighed, "Forget

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out a long breath, his expression filled with contentment. Joyce, exhausted, lay limp

up the

breeze wafted in, making the

inside the tent

but Anderson held a small bucket in one hand and a small shovel in the other, while Alisha followed

continued to

really are crabs. Quick, catch it! Oh no, it got away. It's so fast," Alisha's voice was

Didn't you pick up many pretty shells

Alisha pouted. "I don't care, I

girls could be quite

can I catch it for you?" Anderson resigned himself to

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