Chapter 964

The next day.

Joyce woke up early in the morning and cooked corn porridge for

Anderson.

The aroma wafted all over the room, and then she brought all the food

to the table.

Anderson had already brushed his teeth and washed his face, and he

sat at the table waiting for his mommy to serve him his breakfast.

At that moment, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Anderson slid off the chair and ran to the door.

It was none other than Luther.

"Anderson, good morning."

Luther smiled tenderly, “It smells so good. What are you eating?"

"Mommy made me corn porridge. It's my favorite.”

Anderson said in a cute voice.

"Yeah?" Luther picked Anderson up in his arms and sat down straight

at the table, "Can I have some too? I haven't had breakfast yet."

“There's no cooking for you."

Joyce gave him a blank look.

This man just showed up whenever they had something to eat, just

because he lived next door! He could certainly find himself a

housekeeper to cook for himself, but so far she had not seen him hire

anyone.

Luther stared at the large pot of corn porridge on the table, which was

clearly enough for three, and froze, "Can you two finish it?"

She handed Anderson a bowl and served herself another one.

She then said in annoyance, “I'd rather pour it out if I can't finish it."

When she thought of what happened last night in the bakery and the

way he talked nonsense, she was so angry. Yet she could not really say

exactly what she was angry about.

Luther, "..."

She had been so nice to him last night, but everything had changed

after just one night!

At this point, Anderson wisely pushed the bowl in front of him to Luther,

"You can have mine."

Looking at Anderson's tender little hand, Luther slightly froze, and he

felt so warm in his heart, "Anderson is the best boy in the world. This is

so kind of you. You give me your favorite food, and I feel so touched,

thank you."

Joyce glanced at Anderson speechlessly. How would her son even

helped an outsider. He was still only so young, and he was so easily

bribed by Luther.

Luther stroked Anderson's little head, stood up, refilled a bowl for

Anderson, and helped him get a spoon, "Here, Anderson is good. You

can have this bowl."

"Well, okay."

Anderson then ate one bite after another.

After they finished eating, Ivy came too, "Ms. Knowles, you can put the

bowl there, and I'll wash it. I'll take Anderson to kindergarten first."

Joyce stood up and handed Anderson a towel to wipe his mouth, “No,

I'll drop Anderson off today."

She picked Anderson up in her arms and cradled him in her arms.

When she had plenty of time, she wished she had more time with him.

She was often too busy to take care of him.

"Mr. Warner, are you already finished too?" Ivy diligently cleared the

dishes.

"Hmm."

Luther responded.

For Ivy, she had been used to Luther's presence.

Even, she always thought they were originally a couple, and a

harmonious family of three.

"Actually, Ms. Knowles, Mr. Warner, I hope you don’t mind but don’t you

think it’s a bit of a waste to rent two separate houses. Isn't it even better

if you simply live together. You have got enough rooms. And a meal for

three is much better than a meal for two."

Ivy giggled.

Joyce had a black face.

It seemed that everyone now thought they should be a family of three.

Luther was in an extraordinarily good mood when he heard this.

His clear voice raised slightly, “My apartment, I've never had anyone

clean it. Ivy, you should help me clean up my apartment later. I will pay

you double, Ivy."