You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

"lI don't know whether Mommy would agree..." Anderson actually wanted them in his heart, and if he had such advanced

equipment, he could easily hack into the vast majority of websites.

"Your mommy will agree, Anderson. Your mommy and | are working on a project together. Your mommy will provide my company

with many new technologies. You can just take it as my way to say thank you." Luther coaxed in a soft voice.

He could see that Anderson was a genius when it cto networking, and Anderson needed these smart devices.

"Okay. But you will have to tell Mommy." Anderson had good manners.

When he met Luther for the first tat the airport, he thought Luther had bullied Mommy, so he used a slingshot to teach him a

lesson.

Now it seemed that at the the might have misunderstood, and he liked the uncle in front of him very much.

Moreover, the atmosphere between this uncle and Mommy was completely different from that between Uncle Kane and Mommy.

He didn't quite understand it, but he knew that there must be something between them.

Mommy never mentioned anything about daddy. He actually wished he had a daddy, too. And, more than anything, he wanted

Mommy to not be alone.

"Well, got it."

Anderson was such a good boy, and Luther suddenly felt sad. The child was obviously less than four years old, so what must he go

through that had made him so mature mentally at such a young age.

At an age when kids should know nothing and ask for nothing but love from their parents, Anderson had to bear so much.

He felt a sharp pain in his heart. All this was his fault.

At this time, Joyce brought the dishes to the top of the table.

"Anderson, dinner is ready." She looked outside, and when she saw Anderson lying in Luther's arms and watching cartoons, she

frowned.

To her surprise, the two of them had been so close so quickly.

They seemed to be having a lot of fun.

"Mommy, I'm coming." Anderson jumped off Luther's lap and climbed onto his chair in the dining room. He was hungry.

Joyce served him rice and gave him a piece of snowflake steak, "Eat up."

Luther also walked over to the table and sat down, "Is the congee specially made for me?" He was, in fact, feeling a bit under the

weather today and he had little appetite. He didn't really want to eat anything greasy.

The vegetable porridge on the table looked very appetizing to him instead.

"It's for me." Joyce gave him a blank look. She then served herself a bowl of porridge and drank it herself.

Luther did not say anything about that. He simply served himself a bow! of porridge as well.

After eating, Luther returned to the couch.

Soon after Anderson finished his meal, he also climbed onto the couch and the two continued to watch cartoons together.

After Joyce finished cleaning up, she cout of the kitchen and saw Luther was still there.

She frowned and disgruntled, "Mr. Warner, since you're done eating, you should leave now."

At that moment, Anderson, who was leaning in Luther's arms, suddenly said, "Uncle, you feel so hot. It's so warm."

Luther froze, "Yeah?"

Indeed he did not feel very comfortable and he felt a bit cold. Yet Anderson said he's hot?

He reached out and touched his forehead, his palm was hot in the first place and he didn't feel much.

Joyce frowned, stepped forward, reached out her hand, and touched his forehead. She then gave a low cry, "Oh my, it's hot! You

have a fever!"

"Fever?" Luther frowned gently, no wonder he didn't feel too well.

"Oh, I guess | caught a cold last night." He said. He had been taking cold showers repeatedly last night and again in the morning. It

wasn't all because of her. She had been so drunk and just could not control her flirty hand!

He was not a puritanical person either, so it had not been easy to control himself.

"I'm so uncomfortable. Can you geta blanket? It's cold." He immediately lay down on the sofa and seemed very weak.

"You." Joyce's eyebrows were furrowed. He had been in high spirits just now, and suddenly he wilted like that?

"You go back to your own apartment and rest, and don't sleep on my couch here." She said disgruntled, "I'll go get your medicine

and bring it to you later. You should drink plenty of hot water. You're an adult, and you'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

"| felt so uncomfortable and cold. | don’t even have a working kettle in my room, and | can't get a sip of hot water if | want to." He

pretended to curl up.

Anderson jumped off the couch and ran up and down to his room, bringing a blanket.

He was so small and he almost dragged the blanket over all the way, and then he put it over Luther.

Luther looked grateful and moved, "Anderson, you are the best. Thank you!"

"You're welcome." After saying that, Anderson climbed back up the couch, nestled next to Luther, and continued to play with

Luther.

Joyce was speechless. They had only known each other for, what, one day? And already they had such a tacit understanding.

"I'll go get you smedicine." She said helplessly.

He was sick with a cold last night, and although he didn't say so, she guessed that it was more or less related to her.

When she turned around and was about to leave, he suddenly reached out and pulled the hem of her shirt.

"Don't go. Don't go. Stay with me. | don't need to take any medicine, and | just need ssleep."

Perhaps it was because of the fever, and at this the looked a bit confused and he seemed like begging.

Her heart softened, and she couldn't say anything to refuse him.

"I'll see if there's any medicine at home." She suddenly remembered that maybe Kane would get smedicine ready for her.

She hurriedly got up and went to look for it, avoiding the embarrassment in front of her.

She searched around in the living room and dining room and found the medicine cabinet. She opened the medicine box and

searched through it all. Finally, he found a thermometer and a fever reducer.

Sure enough, Kane was very thoughtful and had everything ready for her.

She then took Luther's temperature with the thermometer.

Her eyes widened and she let out a low cry, "Oh my God, 39.8 degrees. It's such a high fever! No, you need to go to the hospital."

"No, I'm fine." Luther wrapped himself in the blanket and refused to move.

"Uncle, you're not, like, afraid of needles, are you?" Anderson giggled.

"How is that possible?" Luther immediately sat up. He could not let Anderson look down on him, "I'm in good spirits. | just got a

cold last night. | just need ssleep, and there is no need forto go to the hospital."

"Forget it, I'll get you smedicine." Joyce sighed and turned around to go to the kitchen to get the medicine ready for him.

She then walked out with a glass and handed it to him, "Drink it. It should help."

Luther stared at the black liquid in the glass, and his handsbrow furrowed, "What is this? It looks terrible."

"Oh, are you a child? Do you still needto coax you into taking your medicine?" Joyce glanced at him with a disdainful face.

"No need to coax, but you can just feed me."

He smiled at her, roguishly.

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