Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 887

After arriving at Blue Ocean, Kane helped Joyce carry the two suitcases upstairs.

Anderson was already waiting inside the new apartment, and when he saw his mommy, he pounced on her and dangled his two little hands desperately upwards.

Joyce squatted down, let him wrapped his arms around her neck, and picked him up.

"Anderson, were you good while I was away?" She reached up and nudged his little nose.

"Mommy, I'm the best. I'm going to live with Mommy from now on." Anderson gave Joyce a big kiss on the cheek.

Kane came over, his voice dissatisfied, "What? Is it bad to live with me? I fed you and played with you every day, and you aren't happy enough?"

"Tsk, tsk tsk." Anderson made a face at Kane, "I want Mommy to hold me."

"Tsk, how old are you to need your mother to hold you?" Kane threw a blank stare.

Joyce hugged Anderson and sat on the sofa. She stroked his soft hair, and her heart became soft. Anderson was still a child in the end, and he needed her. He did not have a father, and she, as his mother, had not done her part.

When she thought about it, she couldn't help but feel upset and hold Anderson tighter.

Anderson had gotten up early today because he was moving, and after cuddling and nestling in Joyce's comfortable arms for a while, he actually fell asleep.

Joyce glanced down and her eyes became more tender.

She reached out, stroked his soft little face, and gently kissed his forehead.

Then she carried him to his room, put him on the bed, and covered him with the blanket again.

"He didn't even eat lunch and fell asleep." She sighed.

"It's okay, sis. It seems that Anderson must have already eaten a bunch of snacks, so he won't be hungry." Kane pointed to the snacks left over on the table by Anderson.

"You have spoiled him too much. Buy him fewer snacks. It must have been hard for you. You are simply a big boy yourself, and you have to help me take care of Anderson and even cook for him." Joyce looked apologetic.

"Yeah, yeah, who said I'm still a boy? Sister, if you say that, I'm going to get angry. Although my actual age is a bit small, my mental age is not younger than ..." He was about to say that his mental age was not younger than Luther's, but suddenly he didn't go on. Hell, why would he compare himself to Luther? Hm!

"It's been a hard time for you. Go rest for a while. I'll make you a nice lunch today."

Joyce said as she walked into the kitchen.

She opened the fridge and it was full of everything. She would have to admire how thoughtful Kane had been.

Soon, she made three dishes and a soup and kept one aside for Anderson.

For the rest, she would share with Kane.

"Sister, your cooking is simply superb. Even the best restaurants can't compare to what you make." Kane praised as he ate.

"Come on, don't brag about it. It's not the first time you've had it." Joyce glared at him, "Have you put honey in your mouth lately? Your mouth is so sweet."

"Hee, hee." Kane smiled. In fact, he was afraid that she would be unhappy, so he tried to find a way to make her happy.

After returning to the Capital, he could feel that although she didn't say anything, she was always preoccupied.

He knew that it must have something to do with Luther.

In the end, she had been hurt so badly, and with the passage of time, these injuries must continue to exist and could not be erased.

After eating, Kane took a nap on the couch.

Joyce, on the other hand, used this time to pack all the luggage she had brought with her.

Then she organized her stuff again.

After she had tidied it all up, the new apartment finally looked like a home.

She sat down and rested for a moment.

At that moment, Kane also woke up. He glanced around the room, and asked, "Is Anderson still sleeping?"