Chapter 889

Being wrapped around by the soft little hands, Luther felt his heart

melting.

He removed Joyce's hand from his lips, and then he kissed Anderson

on the cheek.

Anderson usually didn't like people kissing him, but this time he didn't

avoid it.

Joyce saw what happened, only to feel a sense of powerlessness

sweep through her body. Apparently, Luther was not very fond of

children, but how would he just hug Anderson when he just saw him?

"Mommy, it's this Uncle who gave me the Al pencil." Anderson

explained, "Mommy said that when I receive a gift from someone, I will

have to think about giving back, so that's why I went to this uncle's

house and helped him with the network.”

Luther reached out and nudged Anderson's little head, "My name is

Luther. Remember it."

" will remember now." Anderson nodded.

"What!"

Joyce was even more shocked. So they did not meet yesterday for the

first ime? And they had already met before? Anderson got his Al pencil

at the dinner party at the International Exhibition Center. They had met

so early?

“You, you ..." She didn't know what to say, and in the end, she only

questioned, "How can you give a kid such a precious gift just the first

time you met him?"

Although he was the richest man in the country, that was quite over the

top.

"Huh." Luther couldn't help but laugh, in an extraordinarily good mood,

"Miss Knowles, are you worried about my money? Miss Knowles, can I

take it that you want to manage my finances?"

"Who cares about you?" Joyce raised her voice and muttered. What

was going on in his head? How was that even related? It was simply

unreasonable.

"What did you say you wanted to borrow just now? Take it and hurry

up."

She coldly drove him out and did not want to communicate with him

any further.

"A kettle, is it? I'll go get it for you." She remembered that he had come

to borrow a kettle. He was living in such a fancy apartment, and he

didn't have a kettle? What a lame excuse?

And he said he didn't know she was moving in? Who would believe it?

She turned around and took just a few steps.

His magnetic voice rang out behind her.

"Miss Knowles won't invite me in for a seat? The hospitality is

unacceptable ..."

Luther finished, and without her consent, carried Anderson directly into

the living room and sat down on top of the couch like he was living

there.

“It doesn't matter if you don't want to lend me your kettle. Miss Knowles

might as well make me a pot of tea? It's the same. My kettle happens

to be broken, and a new one will be delivered tomorrow." His

handsome face was filled with an amiable smile.

“You.” She bit her lip. This man was too thick-skinned for that.

Well, it was just a pot of tea? After the tea, she wanted to see what else

he could do.

She went into the kitchen and took the tea out, which Kane had

prepared for her. This tea was actually for women and not very suitable

for men, but, what the hell, there was no tea here just for him.

She made a pot of tea and brought it to the living room and set it on the

coffee table in front of the sofa.

To her surprise, Anderson was in the arms of Luther, and the two of

them were having so much fun with his phone.

"Uncle, your phone is so advanced, and I haven't even seen it before.

What's this?" Anderson pointed to a piece of software inside.

"Oh, Satellite Tracking. It can be used to get the location in real-time."

Luther answered.

"What about this?"

“That's a monitoring app. You can see what's going on inside the office

at any time."

"Anderson, what's your full name?"

"Anderson Knowles."

"Oh. Do you know how to write? How do you write?"

"Of course, I can read and write. I'm very good at it." Anderson

sounded disgruntled.

Luther was stunned, and the hands that wrapped around Anderson

trembled slightly. Joyce fell from that high cliff into the sea, and the

child was safe and sound. Thank God!

He couldn't help but hold Anderson tighter, and a sourness rose up

between his nostrils.

"Have some tea."

Joyce couldn't stop the conversation between them.

She put the teapot down on the coffee table in mild annoyance and

poured him a cup in a huff.

Fortunately, Luther had lost his memory, and she did not have to worry

about his suspicion. Otherwise, what Anderson said just now would be

more than enough to arouse his suspicion.

"Thanks." Luther picked up his cup of tea, looked at her tenderly, and

silently drank the tea in the cup.

By then, it was already dark outside.

The darkness of the night seemed to have enveloped everything

around them, and the flashing lights in the distance looked silent and

quiet.

In the room, the warm yellow light spilled down, and everything around

it seemed softer.

And the contours of his handsome side face, under the soft light,

became more distinct, and the lines became more gentle.

His eyes, which kept gazing at her as if with affection, made her feel

very uncomfortable.

She unconsciously coughed lightly twice and felt a little embarrassed.

"Mommy, I'm hungry.” Anderson suddenly looked up, breaking the

stagnant and subtle atmosphere just now.

Joyce suddenly came back to her senses. Anderson had slept all day

and had not even had lunch, so he must be starving. It was all Luther's

fault for his sudden visit, and she had forgotten even such an important

matter.

“I'l go make you dinner.” She was just about to turn around and go to

the kitchen.

However, she then heard Luther's shameless voice, "I'm hungry too.

Please make some more."

"You." She turned and glared at him fiercely.

What did he mean? Was he here for a meal actually? Didn't he have

anything to eat himself? Why was he so thick-skinned?

"I took care of you last night and didn't sleep well, and today I'm feeling

extra tired and hungry.” He looked at her innocently.

She took a long breath. Good, he was again using yesterday's incident

to blackmail her. That was very good.

“Finish it and hurry up and leave.” She said and turned around and

walked into the kitchen.

Luther watched her exasperated back with amusement.

He held Anderson tighter in his arms. It felt so good and incredibly

warm with them.

"What is this? It looks amazing." Anderson asked again.

"This is pupil recognition, for unlocking the phone."

"What about this?"

"Oh, this is Ray Projection,” he said, bowing his head, "I'll show you."

"Look, it's open now. Look at the white wall in front of you, can you see

that light?"

“Yes! Wow, that's awesome. Your phone has so many features!"

"Now, we can play cartoon with Ray Projection.” He switched over and

started projecting the cartoon from his phone on the wall for Anderson.

With that, the sound of the cartoon came out.

"Fun, it's so much fun. I like Superman.” Anderson clapped his hands in

excitement, "Mommy has a lot of advanced tools, and I didn't expect

you to have a lot of them too. So awesome."

"Anderson, this phone and the computer you saw last time, I can give

you both. How about that?" He doted.