Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1288

Chapter 1288

Joyce woke up early the next morning.

Found out that the body was empty.

Not far away, Andres is still asleep, soft hair rubbed a little messy, plump little mouth slightly open, sleeping soundly.

She had the illusion that it was as if she was the only one sleeping with Andres last night.

However, fragments of memory returned to mind. It is clear that last night he wrapped his arms around her and did not let go and slept until dawn. Apparently, he was up and about.

She looked at the clock above her bed, it was only 7:30 am, she didn't have to go to kindergarten today, what was he doing up so early?

On second thought, what does it matter to her if he gets up early or not. Did she expect him to sleep with her all the time?

She got up from the bed and gave Andres a kiss on the forehead.

The little one slept exceptionally soundly.

She left the room quietly and after washing up, she came to the first floor only to find out.

Luther was actually inside the kitchen making breakfast.

She froze, then remembered that she had given Ivy the day off yesterday and there was no breakfast at home today.

So, he got up so early to make breakfast?

She slowly approached, went to the kitchen door, leaned on the side of the door and looked at his busy back. There was a warmth flowing through her heart. This man, I'm afraid, has some kind of obsession with cooking. Either you don't do it, or you do it with extra care. The actual fact is that you will be able to get the most out of your own home.

Sure enough, the successful man, no matter what he does, as long as he wants to, can do the best.

This time, she didn't bother him.

Yesterday she suddenly made a sound that caused him to cut into his hand, and today she chooses to watch him in silence.

Luther prepares his breakfast and turns around to see Joyce standing by the door looking at him.

He wiped his hands clean, walked up and naturally swept her into his arms, "Awake, not more sleep?"

"I'm not a pig, I can't sleep that long." She grunted.

Strange, she is obviously touched in her heart, but the words that come to her mouth, always with a stick.

Luther laughed, in fact, like her little hedgehog-like appearance, especially cute.

"Breakfast is all ready, keep it warm until Andres gets up and eats it together." He reached out and pinched her gently around the waist, teasing. "Get your hands off me." She glared at him without good grace, "There seems to be movement upstairs. I'm going to go see if Andres is awake."

After saying that, she hurriedly turned around and went upstairs.

Anderson did wake up, and after tidying him up, they went downstairs together.

Luther has set up breakfast and dishes.

Anderson's eyes glowed, and he quickly crawled to the table, his little hands slapping, "Did Daddy make all this?"

"Hmm. You taste it." Luther looked tenderly at Anderson, "After you eat we'll go visit the new nursery."

"Good." Anderson tasted Luther's western taco, "Wow, it tastes good, and the ham and lemon sauce are all good. Wow, and the black truffle fried scallops, that's my favorite side dish." Luther gave Joyce some small dishes, "You eat too, you love porridge in the morning. I made it for you, too."

Joyce scanned the dishes on the table, which were hearty and exquisite.

Each one is like a work of art, a look is a lot of work.

This man wouldn't have gotten up at six o'clock? Just to make breakfast.