You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 1880: Problems Solved With A Nap

Chapter 1880: Problems Solved with a Nap

On the other side.

Joyce and Luther left the hospital and returned home. These days, they had been extremely busy,

especially Luther, who had been running between the hospital and the Saunders family, handling

Cloud's affairs, and had hardly been at home. It wasn't until Felix woke up and saw that he was safe

that a heavy burden was lifted from their hearts.

Just as they arrived home, Anderson rushed out and threw himself into Luther's arms.

"Dad, has Uncle Saunders woken up? Is he okay?" he asked.

"He's fine. He's awake, everything's sorted. Don't worry, Anderson. Aunt Vicki is also safe, and she's

expecting a little brother for you in the future," Joyce replied.

Luther then lifted Anderson into his arms, embracing him. "Anderson is really getting more and more

well-behaved. He behaves well even when alone at home. What have you been up to?" he asked.

"He's been helping me design the security system. Genius is genius after all. I've been studying for so

many years, and in some respects, he's more insightful," Darrin said as he walked out from the living

room. He hadn't been involved in wrapping up the matters with the Saunders family these days; Luther

had handled most of it. His main responsibility was keeping an eye on Athena's situation.

"Heh heh, I hope I can be of help." Anderson slipped down from Luther's arms and turned to hug

Joyce. "Mommy, are the little brothers okay? Have they been kicking you? Let me feel it."

As little hands touched Joyce's belly, Anderson exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, Mommy, your belly has

gotten big. I feel like I can touch them. They're moving, it's like they're moving. Mommy, when are they

going to come out? I can't wait any longer."

"Soon, when all the autumn leaves have turned yellow..." Joyce paused suddenly. It was almost four

more months until autumn, and she didn't know if Luther's poison could be cured, with only two months

left of his life, would he be able to wait until that day?

Her heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly felt uncomfortable. Normally, she would numb herself with

busyness, trying not to think about the worst outcome. She hadn't found any useful information related

to the poison yet, and as time passed, what should she do?

Luther caught sight of Joyce's change in expression, as if sensing her worries. He wrapped his arms

around her from behind and patted Anderson. "You go play, I'll call you for dinner in a while. Today, I've

had a lot of good food prepared. After this busy period, we should celebrate."

"Okay." Anderson happily dragged Darrin upstairs.

After they had left, Luther slightly bent down, resting his chin on Joyce's shoulder. "What's wrong? You

seem a little unhappy," he said.

"Nothing." Joyce reached out, covering her own shoulder, and, following his jawline, she gently

caressed his handsome face. "You've been very tired these days. Do you want to rest for a while?"

"I want to rest, but I also want to hold you. What should I do?" Luther chuckled softly, a hint of mischief

in his voice. "It seems like I can only rest by holding you."

Joyce chuckled, "Alright, I'll stay with you. But I want to call Vicki first and ask about her situation. I'm

still a bit worried. I hope she and Felix can sort things out and not have any more barriers between

them. It's not easy, after all."

Luther kissed her on the cheek. "You worry too much. From what I see, those two will be just fine."

"Why?" Joyce turned around and asked, "Vicki is so stubborn, and not good at expressing herself."

"Because Felix will compromise in a relationship. Whoever loves more will compromise. Felix's feelings

for Vicki are deep-rooted. Fate is strange; their personalities complement each other, they are actually

well-matched."

"Is that so?" Joyce still felt somewhat puzzled, as she didn't know Felix very well.

"Yes. From now on, I'll yield to everything you say. I'll follow your lead in everything, because I love you

more," Luther said, turning her face towards him and kissing her deeply.

As he kissed her, his warm and moist lips made her head spin, making it impossible for her to think.

She turned around and hugged his waist tightly. Her heart trembled. He said he loved her more, but

little did he know that her love was not a bit less than his. They loved each other deeply. If there were

no obstacles, it would be so good to be able to continue like this.

After a while, Luther finally let go of Joyce. He lightly patted her and said, "Go on, make your call. After

that, come and keep me company."

"Okay," Joyce blushed and panted, unable to raise her head. No matter how intimate they were, she

always felt shy.

Luther loved seeing her like this and couldn't help but give her another peck on her flushed lips.

"I'll make the call," Joyce hurriedly turned around, fearing that if he kissed her again, she might lose

control.

With that, she quickly walked to the window in the living room. Taking out her phone, she dialed Vicki's

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After ringing around seven or eight times, the call finally connected.

"Vicki, it's a bit noisy around you. Are you still at the hospital?" Joyce asked.

"No, I've left. I'm at the Saunders family dealing with some matters. What's up? Do you need

anything?" Vicki asked.

"Oh, you didn't stay at the hospital for a bit longer? I don't have anything urgent. I just wanted to ask

about you and Mr. Saunders. When I left, I felt like Mr. Saunders wasn't very happy. I thought it

necessary to remind you that he might mind your past with Cloud. After all, men, you know how it is.

Just soothe him a bit," Joyce explicitly reminded her, as Luther had already briefed her on the situation.

"I don't have the patience for that. If he minds, that's his problem," Vicki replied, simultaneously

coordinating with others on some matters. "I'm swamped, I don't have the time to pacify him."

"But..." Joyce wanted to say more.

"Heh heh, don't worry. There's nothing that a nap can't solve," Vicki said nonchalantly. "I have to go,

people are coming here."

The call was then abruptly ended.

Joyce gazed blankly at the darkened screen, pondering Vicki's last words.

There's nothing that a nap can't solve.

Could Vicki's "nap" be referring to...?

Not just an ordinary sleep, but the kind of "nap" she was imagining?

Joyce's face suddenly flushed, feeling even hotter and more embarrassed. Vicki was shameless in her

speech. What kind of theory was this? No wonder Felix was so infuriated.

She walked back to the room.

At that moment, Luther waved at her, "Finished your call? Come here, keep me company for a nap."

Joyce hesitated.