You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1683

Chapter 1683: Choosing to Trust Him

On the other side, Joyce returned home and placed the baby supplies she had bought in the nursery. This room was prepared for the twin boys, and she planned to decorate it nicely. This time, she would raise them well, providing them with enough companionship and ensuring that they lacked no love.

With both parents present, they wouldn't grow up feeling as lonely as Anderson did. The absence of love had inevitably affected Anderson's growth.

Anderson was always quiet when interacting with his peers, making it difficult to enter his inner world.

Just like now, playing games in the living room after dinner, seemingly oblivious to everything around him, immersed in his own world.

Joyce approached Anderson and gently embraced him, asking in a soft voice, "Andres, how does the new kindergarten feel? Which one is better, compared to the two kindergartens in the Capital?"

Anderson looked up. "They're all the same, nothing special."

Joyce furrowed her brow slightly. "Most of the kids here are like you, talented and gifted. Do you have any friends you get along with?"

Anderson continued to lower his head, engrossed in his game. He shook his head. "No."

Joyce was taken aback. "Why?"

She had always known that Anderson had difficulty getting along with others, and that was something she worried about. She had always insisted on giving Anderson a normal childhood, with interactions with peers. But it seemed that there hadn't been any significant improvement.

"No reason. Their talents are all so lame, it's just instruments, painting, and some robots. Pathetic. They can form a small band and perform at the kindergarten, but what does that have to do with me? I'm not interested at all."

Anderson looked disdainful and continued to play his game.

Joyce couldn't help but feel exasperated. Such high standards, looking down on everyone, just like Luther.

"What about the new girl, Kiki? I saw her the other day, and she's quite pretty, with a gentle personality. Can you be friends with her?" she asked again.

Anderson finished the game in his hands. He had won.

He put down his iPad and frowned. "She's so annoying. She's always clinging to me, it's so irritating. And besides, she's not even that pretty. There are plenty of other beautiful girls."

Joyce couldn't help but laugh. "Andres, you have such high standards. So Kiki isn't considered pretty, then who is?"

In Anderson's mind, Fair's image flashed by.

If he had to compare beauty, he thought Fair was much more beautiful. She had a natural beauty that emanated from within, without any pretense, and exuded an air of innocence. Compared to Kiki, she seemed vulgar.

In any case, there was no comparison.

Anderson didn't answer. He pursed his lips. Why did he always inexplicably think of Fair? That person who betrayed him, it was absurd that he should think of her.

But strangely enough, she was the only one he could have a conversation with among his peers. She was the only one who truly understood him.

Joyce asked again, "What is Kiki good at? I bumped into her at the department store this afternoon. Her cousin was helping her pick out equestrian gear."

"Oh, no wonder it was so quiet this afternoon," Anderson yawned. "She has a talent for art and painting. The kindergarten exhibited her artworks, and she even had an art exhibition. I saw those paintings, they were boring."

"The Bryant family is a hundred-year-old artistic family, so it makes sense," Joyce nodded.

She suddenly understood Torrance's actions. He would rather remain unmarried and search for the sperm of a genius painter in the genetic bank, combining it with his own inherited talent. This ensured that the Bryant family's artistic legacy would not be overshadowed.

"Mama, I want to sleep early today. I've been practicing horse riding all afternoon, and I'm tired," Anderson rubbed his eyes.

"Okay," Joyce nodded.

After Anderson finished washing up, she accompanied him to his room and put him to bed.

Anderson fell asleep quickly, and Joyce gently touched his head, staying with him for a while before leaving the room.

She closed the door and returned to the living room.

The clock on the wall showed that it was already ten o'clock.