You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1689: You're My Mother-in-law

After Joyce arrived in the city center, she parked the car and walked into the BR Ice Cream Shop with the two children.

Kiki enthusiastically held onto Joyce's arm. "Auntie, thank you."

"It's nothing, just a small matter," Joyce smiled slightly. "Is your mommy very busy?"

"Yes, she's very busy, hardly has tto accompany me. She doesn't have tto takeshopping or takeout for meals. I'm

usually alone, or with the butler," Kiki's eyes sparkled with a hint of sadness, looking pitiful.

Joyce's heart softened, and she ruffled Kiki's hair. "But your mommy loves you very much. Whenever she has time, she will be

there for you. Look, what flavor of ice cream do you want?"

It seemed to be the case. Besides seeing Torrance on the day of the school event, she hardly saw her at all. The last tthey

were at the department store, Reuben took Kiki to buy horse riding equipment. Torrance didn't even prepare these things in

advance, which indicated that she didn't even have tto check the essential checklist sent to her by the school.

Kiki nodded. She pulled Anderson to the counter.

"Wow, so many new flavors. This Bouncing Candy Mint Chocolate looks so delicious. Andres, do you want to try it?"

Anderson shrugged Kiki off. "Don't pull me, you're so annoying. | don't want Bouncing Candy, it's too sweet. Only girls eat that kind

of stuff."

Kiki said in a sweet voice, "Okay, how about this Sunny King Grape flavor? Would you like to try it?"

Anderson glared at her. "Buy your own. Don't bother me."

Joyce stepped forward and gently tugged at Anderson. His temper was becoming too much, showing an impatient face to a girl. He

was just like Luther.

Anderson was almost fuming, "Mommy, | want a double scoop of honeydew and mulberry flavors. No chocolate bits, no almond

bits, no caramel sauce, no sprinkles, just add lemon slices."

Joyce *.."

What a picky son. It's unbelievable!

"And you? Kiki, what flavor do you want?" Joyce asked gently.

"Well, I'll have the sas Andres," Kiki raised her delicate chin.

Joyce was taken aback. Kiki clearly wanted the Bouncing Candy flavor earlier, but now she wanted the sice cream as Andres.

This little girl had quite a talent for adapting to the situation. She would be formidable when she grew up.

"Are you sure? You can try sother flavors too," Joyce reminded her. "None of what Andres ordered are new flavors. His taste is

quite fixed."

"It's okay. | want what Andres likes," Kiki nodded repeatedly.

"Alright," Joyce went to the counter, ordered the ice cream, and completed the payment with her phone.

After a moment, the server handed her the ice cream.

She carried the ice cream and sat with Anderson and Kiki on the sofa seats. Anderson chose a single seat, wanting speace

and quiet.

Kiki didn't mind. She sat next to Joyce, holding Joyce's hand, looking sweet and lovely.

Joyce pushed the ice cream in front of Kiki. "Go ahead and eat. We'll wait here for your mommy to cand pick you up."

Kiki picked up the spoon and took a bite of the ice cream, happily enjoying it. She occasionally glanced at Anderson, who had a

cool expression, and took the initiative to start a conversation. "Andres, for the art assignment due next week, we are paired

together. Let's discuss the materials we should use later, okay?"

"No," Anderson glanced at her. "I don't even want to turn it in. You can turn it in yourself."

Kiki smiled brightly. "Okay then, I'll help you with your assignment too. After all, drawing is my strong suit."

Joyce asked, "Kiki, | heard you had an art exhibition?"

"Yes, there are many paintings that I've done hanging in the kindergarten hallway. Auntie, if you like them, | can give you one. I've

heard that when | becfamous in the future, my childhood artworks will becmore valuable. Auntie, you can start collecting

them in advance, and I'll give you one every year," Kiki looked charming, clearly trying to please Joyce.

Joyce couldn't help but smile. "You're so thoughtful. I've always wanted a daughter. I'll treat you as my own daughter, is that okay?"

She couldn't help but think of Iris. If she found Iris, she might be as sweet and lovely as Kiki.

She didn't know what progress Luther had made in his investigation, but she couldn't help but feel hopeful.

"I don't want to be your daughter!" K"l want to marry Andres, how can | be your daughter? You're going to be my future mother-in-

law. From now on, I'll be good to you," Kiki said seriously.

Joyce was taken aback.

"lI want to marry you," Anderson said, his face emitting smoke. "I will definitely not marry you."

Kiki held back her tears, looking extremely aggrieved. In an instant, two teardrops fell and hung on her cheek, evoking sympathy.

Joyce couldn't bear it and comforted her, "Don't cry, it doesn't look pretty when you cry, Kiki, you're such a good girl. Do you want

to have cake? Or cookies? | can go buy them for you."

"lI want a banana muffin," Kiki sniffled, looking pitiful.

"Okay," Joyce got up to buy the cake and also bought scookies for Anderson.

After sitting down, Joyce asked, "Is your mommy coming to pick you up later, or is it your cousin who picked you up last time?"

"I don't know, it could be either," Kiki shrugged, pouting.

"It seems like you have a good relationship with your cousin. Does he often play with you?" Joyce casually inquired, feeling that

Reuben treated children with quite a lot of patience.

"How is it possible to see him often? My cousin is a prince, you know? | think this is the first tI've seen him," Kiki said with a

mouthful of cake. "But he's good to me."

Joyce was surprised.

So Reuben was really from the Rohomes royal family. It turned out that Kempley, the eldest daughter of the Bryant family, married

into the Rohomes royal family. No wonder there was no news about her.

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