You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

After arriving at Blue Ocean, Kane helped Joyce carry the two suitcases upstairs.

Anderson was already waiting inside the new apartment, and when he saw his mommy, he pounced on her and dangled his two

little hands desperately upwards.

Joyce squatted down, let him wrapped his arms around her neck, and picked him up.

"Anderson, were you good while | was away?" She reached up and nudged his little nose.

"Mommy, I'm the best. I'm going to live with Mommy from now on." Anderson gave Joyce a big kiss on the cheek.

Kane cover, his voice dissatisfied, "What? Is it bad to live with me? | fed you and played with you every day, and you aren't

happy enough?"

"Tsk, tsk tsk." Anderson made a face at Kane, "I want Mommy to hold me."

"Tsk, how old are you to need your mother to hold you?" Kane threw a blank stare.

Joyce hugged Anderson and sat on the sofa. She stroked his soft hair, and her heart becsoft. Anderson was still a child in the

end, and he needed her. He did not have a father, and she, as his mother, had not done her part.

When she thought about it, she couldn't help but feel upset and hold Anderson tighter.

Anderson had gotten up early today because he was moving, and after cuddling and nestling in Joyce's comfortable arms for a

while, he actually fell asleep.

Joyce glanced down and her eyes becmore tender.

She reached out, stroked his soft little face, and gently kissed his forehead.

Then she carried him to his room, put him on the bed, and covered him with the blanket again.

"He didn't even eat lunch and fell asleep." She sighed.

"It's okay, sis. It seems that Anderson must have already eaten a bunch of snacks, so he won't be hungry." Kane pointed to the

snacks left over on the table by Anderson.

"You have spoiled him too much. Buy him fewer snacks. It must have been hard for you. You are simply a big boy yourself, and you

have to helptake care of Anderson and even cook for him." Joyce looked apologetic.

"Yeah, yeah, who said I'm still a boy? Sister, if you say that, I'm going to get angry. Although my actual age is a bit small, my

mental age is not younger than ..." He was about to say that his mental age was not younger than Luther's, but suddenly he didn't

go on. Hell, why would he compare himself to Luther? Hm!

"It's been a hard tfor you. Go rest for a while. I'll make you a nice lunch today."

Joyce said as she walked into the kitchen.

She opened the fridge and it was full of everything. She would have to admire how thoughtful Kane had been.

Soon, she made three dishes and a soup and kept one aside for Anderson.

For the rest, she would share with Kane.

"Sister, your cooking is simply superb. Even the best restaurants can't compare to what you make." Kane praised as he ate.

"Con, don't brag about it. It's not the first tyou've had it." Joyce glared at him, "Have you put honey in your mouth lately?

Your mouth is so sweet."

"Hee, hee." Kane smiled. In fact, he was afraid that she would be unhappy, so he tried to find a way to make her happy.

After returning to the Capital, he could feel that although she didn't say anything, she was always preoccupied.

He knew that it must have something to do with Luther.

In the end, she had been hurt so badly, and with the passage of time, these injuries must continue to exist and could not be

erased.

After eating, Kane took a nap on the couch.

Joyce, on the other hand, used this tto pack all the luggage she had brought with her.

Then she organized her stuff again.

After she had tidied it all up, the new apartment finally looked like a home.

She sat down and rested for a moment.

At that moment, Kane also woke up. He glanced around the room, and asked, "Is Anderson still sleeping?"

Joyce shook her head, "Maybe he was too tired. He has been sleeping all the time. | went in and out to pack my things and didn’t

even wake him up."

"Oh, maybe he was too excited about today, and he could not even sleep well in the past two days. It's okay, and just let him

sleep." Kane said.

"Well, I'll make him sfood tonight." Joyce glanced at the meal left on the table for Anderson. It was already afternoon.

Kane looked at the time, "Sister, let's check the company accounts. After checking the accounts, I'll go back first."

"Good."

Joyce said and then opened her laptop.

The two of them then began to check the accounts of JK Intelligence.

Once they got to work, tflew.

Before they could realize it, the sky outside had surprisingly turned dark.

Joyce rubbed her sore neck, "Alright, it's done. It's getting late, and you should go back."

"Hmm." Kane got up, packed up his computer, and lifted his briefcase, "Sister, since we are having a day off tomorrow, you can

take Anderson out to have a good time. I'll see you at the office in Cloud Bay Tower the day after tomorrow."

"Good."

After Joyce sent Kane away, she sat down and took another look at the accounts.

She was satisfied with her recent income.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

She muttered, "Did Kane forget something?"

She walked up to open the door, and without taking a look through the peephole, she opened the door directly, "Why are you ..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw the person at the door and froze on the spot.

It was Luther!

For a moment, she had the illusion as if she was still in the hotel.

She subconsciously turned around and looked behind her, and yes, she was in Blue Ocean, but how could the person in front of her

be Luther?

"Hello, neighbor, I'd like to borrow a kettle from you."

Luther pretended not to see her at first, and then he pretended to be surprised, "Miss Knowles, how cit's you? You live here

too? You said you were moving this morning, so this is the place you're moving in? What a coincidence?"

Although he knew he was a poor actor and his excuses were even poorer, he still had to pretend.

Joyce's jaw almost dropped in shock.

"Why are you ... here?"

"I've been staying here all my life and only stayed at the hotel for sdays because it was more convenient forto get to the

summit from there. Blue Ocean is a real estate property under my name, Miss Knowles, don't you know about that?"

Luther wrapped his arms around his chest and considered her shocked, angry, and cute expression with obvious pleasure.

Damn it! How would she know?

He had too many properties in his name, so wherever she went, it might very well be his property as well!

At that moment, Anderson woke up to the commotion outside the door.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked out from inside the room.

He shouted in his cute voice, "Mommy, I'm awake. Mommy, what are you doing?"

Joyce just felt a chill down her back. Damn! She forgot about Anderson!

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