You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 1955

Chapter 1955: A Sense of Despondency

On the other side,

Luther took Joyce and the children to a famous seaside restaurant.

As it was close to noon when they set off,

Anderson and Alisha were hungry on the way. Inside the camper, everything was available: a kitchen, a bathroom, a shower, and a large TV and audio system, all fully equipped.

Joyce made some mini pancakes for them in the camper's kitchen, topped with cream and adorned with fresh fruits.

While Alisha ate and watched cartoons on the TV in the car, dancing with joy,

Anderson did not have much of an appetite. He took a few bites casually and set them aside, his wise little eyes occasionally glancing at his mommy and daddy.

Upon waking up in the morning, he sensed that something was amiss. His dad did not say goodbye to him before leaving home.

He saw his mommy come out after his dad left, made a few phone calls, and then hastily left the house. He knew something was definitely wrong. His sister did not notice the changes at home, but he, being sensitive, was different.

They were hiding something from him; even his mommy often searched for information on the computer at home, using big data related to biopharmaceuticals, which was very suspicious.

Furthermore, his mommy's mood had been noticeably off lately. When she spoke to him, her mind seemed elsewhere, and he could feel it.

Thinking about this, Anderson proactively handed a plate of mini pancakes to Joyce.

"Mummy, you should eat too."

Joyce took it, touched Anderson's head, and smiled, "Alright, but mommy is not hungry. I ate a lot in the morning. I'll eat later."

Anderson remained silent.

He clearly saw that Joyce did not eat breakfast before leaving, so how could she have eaten a lot in the morning? Being observant, having no appetite, and having no mood was the truth.

Joyce sat to the side, feeling uneasy about the matter of Luther going to get Mr. Baldwin to sign the will, which made her anxious.

Throughout the journey, she did not speak to Luther.

Luther caught sight of Joyce's expression but didn't say much. He didn't want to upset her, deliberately keeping things from her, but there are no secret walls, ultimately, she found out.

Feeling bothered, Luther felt Alisha place a grape in his mouth.

"Daddy, eat."

"Alisha is so sweet." Luther gently embraced Alisha, cuddling her.

"Is it delicious? Is it sweet?" Alisha had not eaten yet, but she first gave it to her daddy to eat.

Luther nodded, "Mm, it's very sweet. Alisha is really sweet."

Alisha sweetly smiled, then picked up a grape for herself and put it in her mouth. As soon as she bit into it, she spit it out.

"Wow, it's so sour. Alisha's teeth are going to fall out from the sourness. How can you eat this, daddy? Don't you find it sour at all?" Alisha looked at Luther in surprise, "It's really sour."

Luther's handsome face momentarily stiffened; he had long lost his sense of taste, unable to taste anything sour, sweet, bitter, or spicy.

He covered up, "Because it's from Alisha, so it's all delicious."

Alisha stuck out her tongue, "Alright. I like daddy the most."

With that, she nestled into Luther's arms, found a comfortable position, and continued watching TV.

Luther glanced discreetly at Joyce, knowing that Joyce must be even more worried now.