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 bow!

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.

"Oh, I guess I caught a cold last night." He said. He had been taking

cold showers repeatedly last 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 uncomfortable. Can you get me a blanket? It's cold." He

immediately lay 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 you later. 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 uncomfortable 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 blanket.

He was so small and he almost dragged the blanket over all the way,

and then he put it over Luther.

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

you!"

"You're welcome." After saying that, Anderson climbed back up the

couch, nestled next to Luther, and continued to play 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 cold last night, and although he didn't say so, she

guessed that it was more or less related 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 cabinet. 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 blanket 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 cold last

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 glass and handed it to him, "Drink it. It

should help.”

Luther stared at the black liquid in the glass, 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 glanced at him with a disdainful face.

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

He smiled at her, roguishly.