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 mypany 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 toworking, 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 waspletely 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''ming." Anderson jumped off Luther''sp and climbed onto his chair in the dining room.


    He was hungry.


    Joyce served him rice and gave him a piece of snowke 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 nk 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 veryfortable 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 ce 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.


    "Oh, I guess I caught a coldst night." He said. He had been taking cold showers repeatedlyst night


    and again in the morning. It wasn''t all because of her. She had been so drunk and just could not control


    her flirty hand!


    He was not a puritanical person either, so it had not been easy to control himself.


    "I''m so ufortable. Can you get me a nket? It''s cold." He immediatelyy down on the sofa and


    seemed very weak.


    "You." Joyce''s eyebrows were furrowed. He had been in high spirits just now, and suddenly he wilted


    like that?


    "You go back to your own apartment and rest, and don''t sleep on my couch here." She said


    disgruntled, "I''ll go get your medicine and bring it to youter. You should drink plenty of hot water.


    You''re an adult, and you''ll be fine after a good night’s sleep."


    "I felt so ufortable and cold. I don’t even have a working kettle in my room, and I can''t get a sip of


    hot water if I want to." He pretended to curl up.


    Anderson jumped off the couch and ran up and down to his room, bringing a nket.


    He was so small and he almost dragged the nket over all the way, and then he put it over Luther.


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    Luther looked grateful and moved, "Anderson, you are the best. Thank you!"


    "You''re wee." After saying that, Anderson climbed back up the couch, nestled next to Luther, and


    continued to y with Luther.


    "..."


    Joyce was speechless. They had only known each other for, what, one day? And already they had


    such a tacit understanding.


    "I''ll go get you some medicine." She said helplessly.


    He was sick with a coldst night, and although he didn''t say so, she guessed that it was more or less


    rted to her.


    When she turned around and was about to leave, he suddenly reached out and pulled the hem of her


    shirt.


    "Don''t go. Don''t go. Stay with me. I don''t need to take any medicine, and I just need some sleep."


    Perhaps it was because of the fever, and at this time he looked a bit confused and he seemed like


    begging.


    Her heart softened, and she couldn''t say anything to refuse him.


    "I''ll see if there''s any medicine at home." She suddenly remembered that maybe Kane would get some


    medicine ready for her.


    She hurriedly got up and went to look for it, avoiding the embarrassment in front of her.


    She searched around in the living room and dining room and found the medicine cab. She opened


    the medicine box and searched through it all. Finally, he found a thermometer and a fever reducer.


    Sure enough, Kane was very thoughtful and had everything ready for her.


    She then took Luther''s temperature with the thermometer.


    Her eyes widened and she let out a low cry, "Oh my God, 39.8 degrees. It’s such a high fever! No, you


    need to go to the hospital."


    "No, I''m fine." Luther wrapped himself in the nket and refused to move.


    "Uncle, you''re not, like, afraid of needles, are you?" Anderson giggled.


    "How is that possible?" Luther immediately sat up. He could not let Anderson look down on him, "I''m in


    good spirits. I just got a coldst night. I just need some sleep, and there is no need for me to go to the


    hospital."


    "Forget it, I''ll get you some medicine." Joyce sighed and turned around to go to the kitchen to get the


    medicine ready for him.


    She then walked out with a ss and handed it to him, "Drink it. It should help."


    Luther stared at the ck liquid in the ss, and his handsome brow furrowed, "What is this? It looks


    terrible."


    "Oh, are you a child? Do you still need me to coax you into taking your medicine?" Joyce nced at


    him with a disdainful face.


    "No need to coax, but you can just feed me."


    He smiled at her, roguishly.