Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1986

Chapter 1986: Shooting Game

When Joyce finished her snacks and came into the living room, Anderson and Alisha had just finished showering and were sitting on the sofa. Luther sat next to Alisha, holding a small wireless hairdryer and a dry towel, gently drying her hair and blowing it dry. As he did so, he tenderly rubbed her scalp, his eyes filled with affection.

From a distance, Joyce couldn't help but feel that Luther's care for Alisha was especially meticulous, perhaps out of a sense of guilt. Alisha was the most unfortunate and troubled child among them, and she always seemed to tug at people's heartstrings. Even Joyce herself couldn't help but give Alisha more care.

After a short while, Luther finished drying Alisha's hair and placed the wireless hairdryer on the coffee table, then let Alisha sit on his lap. "Alright, my little princess, what do you want to do before bed? Do you want me to tell you a story?"

Alisha shook her head. "I don't want to hear a story. I want to watch my brother play games."

Anderson looked up. "What game do you want to watch me play?"

Alisha pointed to Anderson's phone. "That shooting game, I've seen you play it a few times. I think it's really interesting."

Anderson was initially taken aback and asked, "You mean, PUBG?"

"Yeah," Alisha nodded vigorously, her bright eyes filled with anticipation. "Can I?"

"Okay," Anderson opened the shooting game on his phone and mumbled, "You're strange. I play many games, why do you like this one in particular? And I even downloaded many small games on your phone - farming games, bubble popping, designing sweet houses, even playing dress-up, why don't you play those?"

"It gets boring after one or two times," Alisha pouted. "I want to play this. Please?"

"Alright, I've opened it," Anderson relented and entered the team mode of the shooting game.

At that moment, Joyce glanced at Luther, her look implying surprise that Alisha liked competitive games like this. Luther shrugged, indicating that it was news to him as well.

As Anderson began to play, Alisha became increasingly excited, dancing and even directing Anderson as he played.

"Your rank is so low, brother," she exclaimed.

"And my ace rank is low!" Anderson said incredulously.

"I know the ace rank is divided into stars, and there's even an invincible god of war rank. Can't you reach that?" Alisha questioned.

"I don't have time to play this game all day. Reaching the invincible god of war rank takes a lot of time," Anderson raised his voice. "I'm not good enough at it yet."

"Why don't you play solo squads, then?" Alisha quipped.

Now frustrated, Anderson glared at Alisha. "The difficulty level has gone up a lot now, everyone's skill level is higher. Even the pros have their off days. Without teammates, who will save you? Can you be quiet and watch? You're distracting me. If I die later, it's on you for distracting me."

"Okay," Alisha nodded. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. "Hurry, brother! There's someone in the northwest corner. Be careful, there's someone on the rooftop across from you!"

When Anderson turned his attention back to the game, it was too late. He killed the person in the northwest corner, but was shot by the sniper on the rooftop.