Chapter 981

"Good night." Luther waved his hand.

Joyce also went over to Anderson's bedside and gave him a kiss on his

forehead, "Good night.”

"Be sure to eat all of it.” Anderson did not forget to remind him once

again.

“Definitely.” Luther made an ok gesture.

After Anderson went to bed, Joyce and Luther both came out of the

room and Joyce closed the door.

"You haven't eaten dinner yet?" She asked, "It's almost nine o'clock.”

She had snacks and a light dinner with Karl and Juanita at the cafe.

"Hmm. If Anderson didn't mention it, I forgot I hadn't eaten dinner.”

Luther moved closer to her side and gazed deeply at her, unable to

move his eyes. Since he left Sanmon Antiques, it was as if he had

returned from the unreal to the real world and he could never go back.

After he drove the car back to Pascaylia, he never got out, but sat in

the car for a long, long time.

He thought about all the things that happened before, and the more he

thought, the deeper his suspicions became.

Joyce gave him a strange look, always feeling that something was

wrong with him.

She went into the kitchen, warmed up the dinner Ivy had left for Luther,

and brought it out to him.

"Eat it." She bristled.

If it wasn't for Anderson, she wouldn't have bothered to do so much for

him.

"What have you been doing today? I haven't seen you around all day.”

She realized that she had actually asked him only after she did.

"What? You haven't seen me for a day and you miss me?" He looked at

her teasingly.

She only hoped she could bite her tongue off, and she just knew it

would end up like this.

She tried to get up, but he held her down, “Sit down and eat with me."

He picked up his fork and ate his steak, while his eyes kept staring at

her.

In his heart, there was an inexplicable urge. He wanted to tell her now,

immediately, right away, that he actually already knew who she was

and that Anderson was his son.

He wanted to ask her about her childhood, whether she remembered

having a pendant, whether she knew where it came from, and what

happened when the Heath family came to look for their child, why they

decided it was Charlotte, and whether she knew some details.

He kept looking at her, his heart pounding.

There was a strong desire surging in his chest.

He wanted so much to expose her.

“You keep looking at me. Do you have something to say?"

Joyce sensed that he seemed to have something to say, but kept

hesitating, which was not something he would usually do.

"I do have something to say.” Luther raised his eyes and put down the

fork in his hand.

He kept looking at her and his eyes grew hotter and hotter.

"Say it." Joyce wrapped her arms around her chest, waiting for the

words to come out of his mouth.

He opened his mouth, he was ready to speak, but he hesitated, and

finally he closed his mouth and did not say a word.

Once, he hurt her so deeply, and she was always unwilling to face him

with her true face. He must have the patience to wait for her, wait for

her to forgive him, wait for her to accept him again and love him.

He was reluctant to push her too hard.

Even though her heart had been frozen, there would be a day when it

would melt.

Although, right now, he had doubts about her identity.

However, he would go ahead to find out the truth himself.

"What the hell are you going to say?" Joyce was a little impatient.

"Nothing." A wicked grin spread across his thin lips, "Anderson is

asleep, shall we go to another room and do that?"

Joyce, "..."