Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1921

Chapter 1921: Good News Arrives

Upon returning home, Luther was playing with Alisha, building with blocks, a challenging puzzle. But Alisha loved it. Meanwhile, Anderson lay on the sofa, engrossed in a game on his phone. Joyce, upon seeing this, couldn't help but frown.

"Anderson, you're still young. Don't strain your eyes; prolonged staring at your phone isn't good," she remarked, then glared at Luther. "And you, can't you look after him?"

Luther set Alisha down and stood up. "You're back? I've been trying, but it seems it only works when you say something."

Anderson stuck out his tongue and tossed his phone aside. "Fine, I'll stop. I'll help Alisha build blocks. Is that all right?"

Alisha happily ran over to Joyce, "Mommy, will you play with me?"

"Where's Grandma?" Joyce looked around.

"She's gone to buy seafood. She insists on getting it fresh from the sea every morning," Anderson replied. "She said she's making sea urchin stew and abalone with roasted pork today."

Joyce embraced Alisha, "Alisha, are the blocks fun?"

Alisha nodded, "Yes, Daddy has been playing with me all morning."

As Anderson got up from the sofa, he grabbed a slice of jackfruit and popped it into his mouth. "Yeah, so no one's been with me. Blah blah blah," he said, making a face.

Joyce smiled gently, surprised to find that Luther was very patient when he was with his daughter. It seems that men really do favor their daughters and are closer to them, while they let their sons run wild-a completely different approach.

Luther felt a headache coming on. With two children in the house, there was already competition, making it really hard not to show favoritism. And with Joyce still carrying two more, once they're born, the house will be even livelier. It's hard to imagine, but it's possible that there might be fights in the house in the future.

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but massage his temples.

Anderson was always easy-going, his cheeks puffed out. "I was just kidding. Don't worry about it. How could I compete with Dad and Mom? You guys should spend more time with her."

Joyce patted Anderson's head, feeling a pang of affection for his maturity. The truth was, Anderson was also lonely. Over the past few years, she had been busy with work and hadn't had much time to be with him. Now with a younger sister to care for and younger brothers on the way, she might end up neglecting Anderson again.

"Anderson, if you ever feel aggrieved, you must speak up, okay? I will do my best to make you all happy," Joyce said gently.

Anderson hugged Joyce, giving her a tight squeeze. "Mom, I'm really happy now. You don't need to do anything. We're fine just being together as a family."

"Of course," Luther promised.

"Alisha, Anderson, play for a while. I need to talk to Mommy for a bit," he said as he brought Alisha over to Anderson. "We'll be going out in a while. Anderson, take care of your sister."

"Okay," Anderson nodded. "No problem, you can trust me!"

Joyce understood, leaving the living room to follow Luther onto the terrace, putting some distance between them so their conversation wouldn't be overheard.

"Athena's ashes have been sent off. Christian might leave in the next couple of days. Are you really not going to see him off?" Joyce asked.

"No need. Didn't Felix also not go? Men don't need so much formality. We can just call each other if something comes up," Luther shrugged. He had no intention of going to the airport; he didn't want to have anything to do with Athena, even in death.

"What else did you talk about?" Luther inquired. "Did he do anything to you?"