Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 890

"I don’t know whether Mommy would agree…" Anderson actually wanted them in his heart, and if he had such advanced equipment, he could easily hack into the vast majority of websites.

"Your mommy will agree, Anderson. Your mommy and I are working on a project together. Your mommy will provide my company with many new technologies. You can just take it as my way to say thank you." Luther coaxed in a soft voice.

He could see that Anderson was a genius when it came to networking, and Anderson needed these smart devices.

"Okay. But you will have to tell Mommy." Anderson had good manners.

When he met Luther for the first time at the airport, he thought Luther had bullied Mommy, so he used a slingshot to teach him a lesson.

Now it seemed that at the time he might have misunderstood, and he liked the uncle in front of him very much.

Moreover, the atmosphere between this uncle and Mommy was completely different from that between Uncle Kane and Mommy.

He didn't quite understand it, but he knew that there must be something between them.

Mommy never mentioned anything about daddy. He actually wished he had a daddy, too. And, more than anything, he wanted Mommy to not be alone.

"Well, got it."

Anderson was such a good boy, and Luther suddenly felt sad. The child was obviously less than four years old, so what must he go through that had made him so mature mentally at such a young age.

At an age when kids should know nothing and ask for nothing but love from their parents, Anderson had to bear so much.

He felt a sharp pain in his heart. All this was his fault.

At this time, Joyce brought the dishes to the top of the table.

"Anderson, dinner is ready." She looked outside, and when she saw Anderson lying in Luther's arms and watching cartoons, she frowned.

To her surprise, the two of them had been so close so quickly.

They seemed to be having a lot of fun.

"Mommy, I'm coming." Anderson jumped off Luther's lap and climbed onto his chair in the dining room. He was hungry.

Joyce served him rice and gave him a piece of snowflake steak, "Eat up."

Luther also walked over to the table and sat down, "Is the congee specially made for me?" He was, in fact, feeling a bit under the weather today and he had little appetite. He didn't really want to eat anything greasy.

The vegetable porridge on the table looked very appetizing to him instead.

"It's for me." Joyce gave him a blank look. She then served herself a bowl of porridge and drank it herself.

Luther did not say anything about that. He simply served himself a bowl of porridge as well.

After eating, Luther returned to the couch.

Soon after Anderson finished his meal, he also climbed onto the couch and the two continued to watch cartoons together.

After Joyce finished cleaning up, she came out of the kitchen and saw Luther was still there.

She frowned and disgruntled, "Mr. Warner, since you're done eating, you should leave now."

At that moment, Anderson, who was leaning in Luther's arms, suddenly said, "Uncle, you feel so hot. It's so warm."

Luther froze, "Yeah?"

Indeed he did not feel very comfortable and he felt a bit cold. Yet Anderson said he's hot?

He reached out and touched his forehead, his palm was hot in the first place and he didn't feel much.

Joyce frowned, stepped forward, reached out her hand, and touched his forehead. She then gave a low cry, "Oh my, it's hot! You have a fever!"

"Fever?" Luther frowned gently, no wonder he didn't feel too well.