Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1883

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."

"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.