You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1880: Problems Solved with a Nap

On the other side.

Joyce and Luther left the hospital and returned home. These days, they had been extremely busy, especially Luther, who had been

running between the hospital and the Saunders family, handling Cloud's affairs, and had hardly been at home. It wasn't until Felix

woke up and saw that he was safe that a heavy burden was lifted from their hearts.

Just as they arrived home, Anderson rushed out and threw himself into Luther's arms.

"Dad, has Uncle Saunders woken up? Is he okay?" he asked.

"He's fine. He's awake, everything's sorted. Don't worry, Anderson. Aunt Vicki is also safe, and she's expecting a little brother for

you in the future," Joyce replied.

Luther then lifted Anderson into his arms, embracing him. "Anderson is really getting more and more well-behaved. He behaves

well even when alone at home. What have you been up to?" he asked.

"He's been helpingdesign the security system. Genius is genius after all. I've been studying for so many years, and in some

respects, he's more insightful," Darrin said as he walked out from the living room. He hadn't been involved in wrapping up the

matters with the Saunders family these days; Luther had handled most of it. His main responsibility was keeping an eye on

Athena's situation.

"Heh heh, | hope | can be of help." Anderson slipped down from Luther's arms and turned to hug Joyce. "Mommy, are the little

brothers okay? Have they been kicking you? Letfeel it."

As little hands touched Joyce's belly, Anderson exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, Mommy, your belly has gotten big. | feel like | can

touch them. They're moving, it's like they're moving. Mommy, when are they going to cout? | can't wait any longer."

"Soon, when all the autumn leaves have turned yellow..." Joyce paused suddenly. It was almost four more months until autumn,

and she didn't know if Luther's poison could be cured, with only two months left of his life, would he be able to wait until that day?

Her heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly felt uncomfortable. Normally, she would numb herself with busyness, trying not to

think about the worst outcome. She hadn't found any useful information related to the poison yet, and as tpassed, what should

she do?

Luther caught sight of Joyce's change in expression, as if sensing her worries. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and

patted Anderson. "You go play, I'll call you for dinner in a while. Today, I've had a lot of good food prepared. After this busy period,

we should celebrate."

"Okay." Anderson happily dragged Darrin upstairs.

After they had left, Luther slightly bent down, resting his chin on Joyce's shoulder. "What's wrong? You seem a little unhappy," he

said.

"Nothing." Joyce reached out, covering her own shoulder, and, following his jawline, she gently caressed his handsface.

"You've been very tired these days. Do you want to rest for a while?"

"lI want to rest, but | also want to hold you. What should | do?" Luther chuckled softly, a hint of mischief in his voice. "It seems like |

can only rest by holding you."

Joyce chuckled, "Alright, I'll stay with you. But | want to call Vicki first and ask about her situation. I'm still a bit worried. | hope she

and Felix can sort things out and not have any more barriers between them. It's not easy, after all."

Luther kissed her on the cheek. "You worry too much. From what | see, those two will be just fine."

"Why?" Joyce turned around and asked, "Vicki is so stubborn, and not good at expressing herself."

"Because Felix will compromise in a relationship. Whoever loves more will compromise. Felix's feelings for Vicki are deep-rooted.

Fate is strange; their personalities complement each other, they are actually well-matched."

"Is that so?" Joyce still felt somewhat puzzled, as she didn't know Felix very well.

"Yes. From now on, I'll yield to everything you say. I'll follow your lead in everything, because | love you more," Luther said, turning

her face towards him and kissing her deeply.

As he kissed her, his warm and moist lips made her head spin, making it impossible for her to think. She turned around and hugged

his waist tightly. Her heart trembled. He said he loved her more, but little did he know that her love was not a bit less than his.

They loved each other deeply. If there were no obstacles, it would be so good to be able to continue like this.

After a while, Luther finally let go of Joyce. He lightly patted her and said, "Go on, make your call. After that, cand keep me

company."

"Okay," Joyce blushed and panted, unable to raise her head. No matter how intimate they were, she always felt shy.

Luther loved seeing her like this and couldn't help but give her another peck on her flushed lips.

"I'll make the call," Joyce hurriedly turned around, fearing that if he kissed her again, she might lose control.

With that, she quickly walked to the window in the living room. Taking out her phone, she dialed Vicki's number.

After ringing around seven or eight times, the call finally connected.

"Vicki, it's a bit noisy around you. Are you still at the hospital?" Joyce asked.

"No, I've left. I'm at the Saunders family dealing with smatters. What's up? Do you need anything?" Vicki asked.

"Oh, you didn't stay at the hospital for a bit longer? | don't have anything urgent. | just wanted to ask about you and Mr. Saunders.

When | left, | felt like Mr. Saunders wasn't very happy. | thought it necessary to remind you that he might mind your past with

Cloud. After all, men, you know how it is. Just soothe him a bit," Joyce explicitly reminded her, as Luther had already briefed her on

the situation.

"I don't have the patience for that. If he minds, that's his problem," Vicki replied, simultaneously coordinating with others on some

matters. "I'm swamped, | don't have the tto pacify him."

"But..." Joyce wanted to say more.

"Heh heh, don't worry. There's nothing that a nap can't solve," Vicki said nonchalantly. "I have to go, people are coming here."

The call was then abruptly ended.

Joyce gazed blankly at the darkened screen, pondering Vicki's last words.

There's nothing that a nap can't solve.

Could Vicki's "nap" be referring to...?

Not just an ordinary sleep, but the kind of "nap" she was imagining?

Joyce's face suddenly flushed, feeling even hotter and more embarrassed. Vicki was shameless in her speech. What kind of theory

was this? No wonder Felix was so infuriated.

She walked back to the room.

At that moment, Luther waved at her, "Finished your call? Chere, keepcompany for a nap."

Joyce hesitated.

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