Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1617 Babies

Chapter 1617 Babies

In the VIP ward.

Joyce sat on the sofa with a black face.

Anderson was on the large bay window, basking in the sun and playing games.

Luther looked amused at Joyce's angry face.

"What's wrong with you, you've been frowning since you got back."

Joyce looked up and complained, "It's all your fault, you had to know the gender in advance, now I'm in a bad mood."

Luther stroked her hair and coaxed her softly, "Aren't boys and girls all the same? Our children, boy or girl, I like them all."

"Three boys, just thinking about it gives me a headache." Joyce bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushed with anger.

"Mom, am I going to have two little brothers?"

Anderson had understood their conversation and came over to ask..

"Yes, Andres, do you like your little brothers?" Luther smiled and lifted Anderson onto his lap.

"Although I really wanted a little sister. But little brothers are great too. Mommy, don't worry, I'll take good care of them. Teach them to shoot slingshots, teach them to play games." Anderson patted his chest to ensure, "I'll be the best brother in the world. Won't bother Mommy."

Joyce was amused by Anderson, "How could I replace them annoying?"

"Then why is Mommy unhappy?" Anderson's eyes were bright, "Does Mommy want a daughter too?"

Joyce was stunned.

She had never spoken her thoughts aloud. Of course she wanted a daughter to make up for Iris's regret. This knot buried in her heart could never be untied. Anderson did not know about Iris's existence, so he could not understand her feelings.

And she did not want to say more. Now, using Iris's matter to stimulate Luther again and hurt each other was meaningless.

"Forget it. The fate of sons and daughters is predestined by heaven." Joyce ruffled Anderson's hair, "What do you want for lunch? Mommy will take you out to eat?"

"No need, pack it back to the ward to eat, I want to stay with Dad." Anderson shook his head, feeling like he had been away from his parents for a long time and didn't want to be apart from them for a moment

now.

Joyce understood Anderson's meaning and held him in her arms distressedly, "Well, Andres will never be separated from Mom and Dad again."

"Go play." Luther patted Anderson on the shoulder, "I have something to say to Mommy."

"Okay." Anderson obediently slid down from Joyce and went to play with his phone by the bay window.

After Anderson left, Luther drew Joyce into his arms and coaxed her, "Two boys are great. I thought we could name one of them Heath, so he can inherit the Heath family in the future."

Joyce looked up abruptly, gazing into Luther's eyes, with crystal flashes in her heart. She was touched, this man thought really thoroughly, both intimate and broad-minded.

"Do you really think so?" She asked uncertainly.

"Of course." Luther glanced at Anderson, "Andres is extremely talented and will have his own achievements in the future. I don't think he wants to be bound either. Whether it's the Warner family or the Heath family, I don't think he wants to inherit either."

Joyce was stunned.

He was right. In this regard, she was clear too, because she had asked Anderson privately before, and he didn't seem interested in either side.

Anderson wanted to make his own way in the world, and perhaps his achievements in the future would not be inferior to R&S Group. This was also the life he wanted.

Seeing Joyce in a daze.

Luther pinched her nose, "Heaven has given us a pair of boys. One will inherit the Warner family in the future, and the other will inherit the Heath family. One named Warner, the other named Heath, what do you think?"

Joyce bit her lip and did not speak. Her heart surged.

Luther went on, "In fact, from just now until now, I have thought of the names. One is called Wilson Warner and the other is called Cullen Heath."

Joyce looked up steadily at Luther.

"Really?" She asked.

"Yes." Luther gently kissed her cheek, "They deserve these names, well deserved. Thank you for being willing to bear children for me."

Joyce blushed extraordinarily, her face a little embarrassed.

She scolded tenderly, "What are you saying. They are my children too."

However, Luther had chosen a very good pair of names.

"Isn't it too early to name them now?" Joyce was a little puzzled, "Why consider these things now? It's still early, isn't it?"

"I just thought of it suddenly." Luther concealed a trace of abnormality on his face.

"By the way, don't confirm their names for now. Give them nicknames first, and when they're a little older, decide who has more of a talent for marksmanship, then decide who to use the name Cullen. He will inherit the warlord in the future. "

Joyce rolled her eyes at Luther, "You're thinking too far ahead. Have you even thought this through?"

Why did she feel a little strange?

"Cough cough." Luther coughed lightly, "The train of thought went on, I thought a little more."

He rubbed her belly, "Alright, I won't think too much. Until they grow up strong and vigorous. When will they move? I really want to feel them kicking me in the belly. Why no movement?"

Joyce was speechless, "It's still early. I heard you don't feel fetal movement until four or five months."

In fact, she had not felt it either, because after falling into the sea, she had been lying down. Surviving was already a miracle.

Luther gave a dry laugh, "Oh. I'm just too impatient."

Luther then turned his head and called Anderson, "Andres, can you go down and buy me an energy drink from the vending machine?" Anderson put down the game in his hand, "Okay."

He was very sensible, knowing that Mom and Dad wanted to talk alone. So he ran out of the VIP ward.

Seeing Luther sending Anderson away, Joyce asked, "What do you want to say?"

Luther turned her to face him, his expression unusually serious.

"What I want to say may make you sad. But we have to face it eventually. I want to talk about Iris. Iris was buried in Mufron, I want to bring her back. Have her buried in the private cemetery of the Warner family. I have thought of a name for her too. Called Alisha Warner, what do you think?"

Joyce's heart clenched.

Anderson, Alisha.

Also a very good pair of names.

Mentioning Iris inevitably touched the deepest pain in her heart.

Although this pain was much better than before, when opened, it was still bleeding profusely. Indeed, Iris was buried alone in Mufron, too lonely. Previously, she thought that after her revenge was over, she would return to Mufron, without considering this matter.

Now that she had reconciled with Luther, there was a high probability that she would not return to Mufron to develop. Moving QR back to Pascaylia was inevitable.

In this case, she really could not leave Iris alone in Mufron.

Luther thought very far ahead and considered everything for her. She was touched in her heart.

"Okay." She nodded.