Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

They didn’t have to wait for the door to be opened.

The door automatically opened from the inside.

The person welcoming them was none other than Alisha.

Alisha’s voice was particularly sweet, “Mom, Dad, I heard your voices. I’ll open the door for you, see how well-behaved I am.”

Luther lifted Alisha up, “Alisha is the best.”

Joyce smiled and asked, “How was your first day of school, Alisha?”

They walked inside as they talked, all the way to the living room.

Anderson was sitting in the living room, tinkering with his computer as usual. Today, while Mom and Dad were still not back, he secretly turned on Mom’s computer and found her screening some data. So he wanted to help Mom and came up with a quick screening software. Whatever difficulties Mom and Dad encountered, he hoped to be of use.

He was completely absorbed in his own things.

When he heard Mom and Dad come in, he just glanced up, “You’re back?”

Luther asked again, “Alisha, can you tell us about your first day of school?”

“Sure.” Alisha replied, “The school is very big and beautiful, with lots of fun things inside. It feels like you can’t finish exploring it in a day. I really want to ride a horse, but the horse-riding lessons haven’t started yet today. Oh, and I also met many new friends, who were all very nice to me. I was a little scared at first, but luckily I had my big brother with me. I quickly stopped being scared.”

“So, is going to school fun?” Joyce lightly pinched Alisha’s proud little nose.

“Yes, it’s fun. I want to go every day.” Alisha vigorously nodded her head.

At this moment, Cecelia came out, “Alisha is so excited, she has been talking non-stop about school since she got back. She probably can’t talk anymore now, otherwise she’ll talk your ears off.”

Alisha stuck out her tongue, “Grandma thinks I’m annoying.”

“How could that be?” Cecelia affectionately hugged Alisha, “Grandma likes you a lot.”

Joyce walked over to Anderson, “And how about you, Anderson? It’s been a while since you went to school, how do you feel?”

“The same as always. Nothing special.” Anderson replied indifferently.

“What about Westbrook and Kiki? I heard they also returned to school.” Joyce inquired again.

“Kiki is in a good mood. As for Westbrook, he still hasn’t regained his memory, but he is very polite to me now, which is one less trouble to deal with.” Anderson didn’t go into details, whether Westbrook truly lost his memory or regained it and pretended not to remember, it didn’t matter to him, because it was someone else’s business.

“Okay. You should take care of your sister more.” Joyce patted Anderson’s head.

Dinner was soon served.

While eating, Alisha continued to excitedly talk about the new things at school, while Anderson remained silent, pondering over database matters, wanting to help out.

Cecelia kept serving everyone dishes.

Luther quietly ate, trying to conceal his expression. By the end of the day, his sense of taste had faded again, almost unable to taste anything.

Joyce glanced at him a few times, knowing the reason, but didn’t say much.

She finished eating first and took out some napkins, “I’m done eating, I’ll continue researching. Take your time eating.”

Luther reached out and stopped her, “You don’t have to work so hard, digest your meal first. It’s not good for your health if you don’t.”

“I didn’t eat much, why would I need to digest?” Joyce smiled, “I’m going to the study, don’t disturb me unless it’s necessary.”

Cecelia remained silent, as she couldn’t help much at the moment, only able to try to solve their worries. She quietly served the children their dishes.

After dinner, Luther told stories while holding Alisha.

Anderson lay on the couch, messing with his computer.

The evening descended like the sea from the window, dark and deep, with countless lights in the distance like stars, showcasing the city’s vibrancy.

Cecelia stood by the window, her thoughts drifting away. She wished for these happy days to continue every day. And all she could do now was pray silently in her heart.

In the staff dormitory downstairs.

Clint sat at the dining table, with a delicately prepared dinner in front of him. Although the food was exquisite, he had no appetite. He had just ordered a Japanese meal online.

Shortly after, the delivery arrived.

He took the delivery.

Sitting back at the table, it was considered high-end cuisine around him, but the ingredients barely satisfied his palate.

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Thinking back to the scene earlier where Luther could assert his authority in front of him, his expression turned cold. Luther, the man Athena deeply loved, couldn’t be shaken in the slightest by all of Athena’s efforts, showing how strong Luther’s feelings for Joyce were.

There was no need to try to create a rift between them. If it were possible, Athena would have achieved it long ago.

Thinking.

Suddenly, “click.”

Clint snapped the chopsticks in his hand, his expression slightly chilly, unable to express what he felt. Was there a hint of jealousy? Jealous of Luther? No, he quickly shook his head to deny that. How was that possible? In his eyes, nothing compared to supreme power. Everything was utilizable, including women. Women were insignificant to him. Even Joyce was no exception.

He had sent Aldis to assist Athena, only to no avail. The carefully planned OGW had been destroyed in an instant, cutting off his right-hand man. How could he not hate? He must personally settle this account.

He picked up another pair of chopsticks, focusing on the Japanese cuisine in front of him. It helped him regain some feeling.

Living in this kind of apartment, hiding his identity, mingling with the commoners. He had to do something to justify his efforts.

With that thought, he took out his phone.

His voice was icy as he ordered, “JK Intelligence, there is a man named Jude, nearing retirement age. Have someone watch him closely, track his movements, address, transactions, and family, gather all the information. Also, he has a black USB drive, target it first. But do not act rashly, wait for my command.”

“Yes. Your Highness,” came the exceedingly respectful voice from the other end.

After hanging up the phone, a cold smile tugged at the corner of Clint’s lips. Everything was proceeding according to his plan, with him personally overseeing it, not allowing any room for error.