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 ttogether, 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 sstudents had the habit of taking a short nap. Anderson never

napped; instead, he always spent his ton 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 sponies 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 twith the other children, it was soon tto 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.

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.

Anderson 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 cause trouble again?"

"No, how could that be? | 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 now, he's definitely accompanying Kiki in painting."

Another child showed a disdainful expression, "I didn't see him go horse riding. Can't he see that Kiki finds him annoying? He's

always sticking to her like chewing gum. I'd be annoyed if | 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

whether the boy was good or bad; it always made them feel more esteemed.

Anderson listened silently to their conversation, not saying a word as he prepared to leave.

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

her face in front of Anderson.

"Anderson, my mom really wants to meet your mom. Could we go out for a meal together sometime?"

Anderson shot her a cold glance. Go out for a meal with him and his family? Dream on.

"Do you even deserve to callby my nickname? Please addressby my full name. Don't letcatch you callingby my

nicknagain."

With his bag in hand, he turned away coldly and walked out of the classroom without looking back.

The girl was left standing awkwardly in place, stomping her foot in anger. "How rude!"

Anderson intentionally took a detour as he left, passing by the art room.

It wasn't that he was concerned about Kiki; he wanted to remind Westbrook. He was well 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

point.

So, he pushed open the door to the art room.

Inside, Kiki had an easel set up in front of her, surrounded by various colors of oil paint. Westbrook stood by, attentive, passing

things to her.

He would hand her a pen, then a palette of colors, then help squeeze out the paint. But Kiki looked dissatisfied.

"Could you stop followingall the time? You're causing trouble, not helping."

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

"Kiki, | just want to help you. If I don't take the paint, can | sharpen your pencils for you? Surely that's okay."

"lI don't need you to sharpen my pencils. You don't know how to sharpen them, and you don't even know what 6B is. | have to

i ; s ine, just leave it there; don't touch my things. | need this painting for an

ble to finish it today."

lass of water?"

‘ecting my thinking. Also, if | spill water on the painting, it'll be ruined.

his before | leave, and my mom will pickup a bit later. I've already

ing. You're amazing; you're the most beautiful and talented girl I've ever

never seen such a beautiful girl like you. | won't leave; | want to stay here

entrate on completing her painting. Suddenly, Westbrook took out a box of

grape cheese with a fork, offering it to Kiki, "Can you at least eat

ool, and you must be hungry. | noticed you didn't eat much at lunch."

uly couldn't stand it. Initially, she had shown ssympathy towards

leeway would lead to this incessant behavior.

ing at the door of the art room, watching her.

Kiki pick it up, only then noticing that Anderson was standing at the

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