You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 1883 Seeing Your Happiness

Chapter 1883 Seeing Your Happiness

"That's good," Cecelia's expression relaxed slightly. "Seeing your happiness, only then can I be at

ease."

"Mom, we're fine. You go take care of Alisha first, we'll talk later," Joyce said softly.

"Okay, I'll hang up for now," Cecelia smiled as she ended the video call.

Joyce breathed a sigh of relief, leaning towards Luther and reaching out to hold him without saying a

word.

"What's wrong?" Luther kissed the back of her hand gently, saying, "I mean it, Orik and Dr. Jocelyn

have returned, they will find a solution."

In fact, they hadn't. He lied to her. Orik and Dr. Jocelyn had only found a way to delay, not a substantive

solution. As for how long they could delay, that was also uncertain. But he didn't want to tell her. Also,

in the past two days, he had begun to feel a bit weak, knowing deep inside that his condition might be

worsening. But he couldn't let her worry anymore.

Joyce nodded. "Yes, of course. We still have many, many years ahead of us. Until you're tired of me,

that is."

Luther smiled, reaching out to pinch her nose. "How could I ever get tired of you? Let alone in this

lifetime, not even in the next or the one after."

After speaking, he gently kissed her lips. Perhaps feeling it wasn't enough, he simply embraced her

waist and indulged in a deep kiss.

At that moment, Anderson came down from the second floor and upon seeing them embracing and

kissing, he pretended to turn away.

"I didn't see anything. Not suitable for kids," he joked.

Hearing Anderson's voice, Joyce quickly pushed Luther away. "Be mindful, this is the living room."

Luther let go of Joyce. "Understood, my dear wife." Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Don't give me that, you don't live up to what you say," Joyce teased him.

Then, she went to hold Anderson's hand. "Hungry? It's time for us to eat."

Luther glanced at the dining room from a distance. "Yes, it's all set. Anderson, call Darrin to join us."

A group of people sat down at the dining table.

Today, Luther had arranged for a top-notch Japanese cuisine and a Western chef to prepare an

exquisitely luxurious spread.

Joyce served Anderson with plenty of delicious food, and his mouth was soon full.

At the table, Anderson asked, "Can I go back to kindergarten? It's been many days since I went."

Joyce glanced at Anderson. "It's rare that you want to go by yourself. Of course, you can, and Uncle

Aaron will be in charge of picking you up and dropping you off. Do you miss your little friends?"

"Not really, I'm just bored at home. It's nice to be somewhere else during the day," Anderson said as he

scooped a spoonful of dessert, a delicious mango soufflé. Although he kept in touch with Fair, given the

time difference, they couldn't always be online together.

"It's good that Anderson is beginning to understand the concept of being in a group. He's better than I

was when I was young; I had private tutors and hardly went to school," Luther praised.

"Darrin smiled, with a hint of oddity. No wonder Mr. Warner was so paranoid, difficult to get close to,

turns out he was never good at fitting in since he was young."

Joyce sighed. This was why she had always insisted on sending Anderson to regular schools at his

age; interacting with peers was crucial for his mental and physical well-being. Geniuses could be lonely

and needed to actively engage with others.

Luther shot Darrin a stern look. What did that peculiar smile mean?

"By the way, you're going to Rohomes for a special mission. When are you planning to leave?" Joyce

asked.

"Ah, Uncle Darrin, you're leaving? Are you coming back?" Anderson was surprised, feeling a bit

reluctant. He got along well with Darrin, and even with the former Kane. It was better than being alone.

"Of course, I'll come back. I'm just going on business," Darrin ruffled Anderson's hair. "It'll be quick."

"Oh, I was just asking," Anderson replied stubbornly.

"Contact Reuben directly, go to him, and let him arrange whatever you need," Joyce said. "And his

captain of the guard, what's her name?" She suddenly couldn't recall.

"Grizela," Darrin took over.

"Oh, right, Grizela," Joyce nodded. "They should be able to assist you, and likewise, we can help them

covertly. In any case, everyone's goals are aligned."

"I heard that the Rohomes heir election has been postponeddue to unforeseen circumstances. The

specific reasons are unclear," Luther suddenly interjected.

"Postponed? To when? How do you know?" Joyce was taken aback, wondering why she hadn't heard

any of this news.

"The specific timing of the postponement is unclear, but I heard there's been a complication. The most

likely heir, Clint, might not be the frontrunner anymore," Luther pointed to his phone. "I just found out

about this insider information."

"Could it be related to OGW? Does it have something to do with the recent events involving the

Saunders family, implicating OGW?" Darrin speculated.

"It's very likely, given the longstanding connections between the Rohomes royal family and OGW. It's

normal for Clint to be implicated," Luther nodded.

"Doesn't that mean Reuben could be in danger?" Although Joyce hadn't experienced royal conflicts,

she could guess to some extent. With Clint's ruthless nature and his threatened position as the heir, he

wouldn't spare Reuben.

"It's a struggle behind closed doors, the situation is tense. Darrin, you must be extremely cautious on

this trip," Luther advised. "If you need support, let me know in time."

"Alright," Darrin suddenly pictured Grizela in his mind: stubborn and unwavering. If Reuben was in

danger, Grizela would be too. His heart raced, and he began to worry. Suddenly, he couldn't sit still; he

wished to fly to Rohomes immediately.

"Commander, Mr. Warner, I'm leaving. I'm not at ease leaving things here," Darrin looked troubled.

"After all, Athena's matter hasn't been resolved. I've had people keep an eye on her; it's been quiet

lately. But she discovered issues with the plans in the last few days. I'm afraid she might retaliate

recklessly. When that happens..."

He glanced at Anderson, full of concern.

"It's okay. You go to Rohomes with peace of mind. I have enough people to take over your work. Before

you leave, just ensure the ongoing matters are handed over properly," Luther reassured him.

Darrin looked at Joyce.

Joyce nodded. "The situation in Rohomes is closely tied to OGW, and what you need to do now is

equally important. I think we shouldn't delay; you should leave tomorrow."

Luther raised his glass. "Let's have a drink tonight to see you off, and wish you a smooth journey."

"You must come back soon," Anderson's bright eyes held anticipation.

Darrin was visibly moved and nodded. "I will."

The room was filled with a warm and pleasant atmosphere.