NovelEnglish"Good night." Luther waved his hand.
Joyce also went over to Anderson's bedside and gave him a kiss on his forehead, "Good night."
"Be sure to eat all of it." Anderson did not forget to remind him once again.
"Definitely." Luther made an ok gesture.
After Anderson went to bed, Joyce and Luther both cout of the room and Joyce closed the door.
"You haven't eaten dinner yet?" She asked, "It's almost nine o'clock."
She had snacks and a light dinner with Karl and Juanita at the cafe.
"Hmm. If Anderson didn't mention it, | forgot | hadn't eaten dinner." Luther moved closer to her side and gazed deeply at her,
unable to move his eyes. Since he left Sanmon Antiques, it was as if he had returned from the unreal to the real world and he could
never go back.
After he drove the car back to Pascaylia, he never got out, but sat in the car for a long, long time.
He thought about all the things that happened before, and the more he thought, the deeper his suspicions became.
Joyce gave him a strange look, always feeling that something was wrong with him.
She went into the kitchen, warmed up the dinner Ivy had left for Luther, and brought it out to him.
"Eat it." She bristled.
If it wasn't for Anderson, she wouldn't have bothered to do so much for him.
"What have you been doing today? | haven't seen you around all day." She realized that she had actually asked him only after she
did.
"What? You haven't seenfor a day and you miss me?" He looked at her teasingly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe only hoped she could bite her tongue off, and she just knew it would end up like this.
She tried to get up, but he held her down, "Sit down and eat with me."
He picked up his fork and ate his steak, while his eyes kept staring at her.
In his heart, there was an inexplicable urge. He wanted to tell her now, immediately, right away, that he actually already knew who
she was and that Anderson was his son.
He wanted to ask her about her childhood, whether she remembered having a pendant, whether she knew where it cfrom,
and what happened when the Heath family cto look for their child, why they decided it was Charlotte, and whether she knew
sdetails.
He kept looking at her, his heart pounding.
There was a strong desire surging in his chest.
He wanted so much to expose her.
"You keep looking at me. Do you have something to say?"
Joyce sensed that he seemed to have something to say, but kept hesitating, which was not something he would usually do.
"I do have something to say." Luther raised his eyes and put down the fork in his hand.
He kept looking at her and his eyes grew hotter and hotter.
"Say it." Joyce wrapped her arms around her chest, waiting for the words to cout of his mouth.
He opened his mouth, he was ready to speak, but he hesitated, and finally he closed his mouth and did not say a word.
Once, he hurt her so deeply, and she was always unwilling to face him with her true face. He must have the patience to wait for
her, wait for her to forgive him, wait for her to accept him again and love him.
He was reluctant to push her too hard.
Even though her heart had been frozen, there would be a day when it would melt.
Although, right now, he had doubts about her identity.
However, he would go ahead to find out the truth himself.
"What the hell are you going to say?" Joyce was a little impatient.
"Nothing." A wicked grin spread across his thin lips, "Anderson is asleep, shall we go to another room and do that?"
Joyce, "..."
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