Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1894: Unusually Calm

Chapter 1894: Unusually Calm

A few days later.

Life was unusually calm, so serene that one could hardly sense a ripple of disturbance. Anderson was dropped off and picked up from school by Aaron every day, with several bodyguards accompanying him in the car. Upon arriving at the school, the security system was stringent, and it was integrated with the security network arranged by Anderson and Luther.

On this particular day, Anderson arrived at the classroom quite early. After spending a considerable amount of time together, his classmates treated him with utmost respect. Besides his prominent status, his personal abilities were unparalleled.

Outdoor activities were common in this prestigious school. Mornings usually involved music lessons and training, along with some rehearsals. Lunch was carefully prepared by the school, and some students had the habit of taking a short nap. Anderson never napped; instead, he always spent his time on his computer at noon. Afternoon sessions were mainly dedicated to art. Sporting activities followed after three o'clock.

On this day, the school had arranged horse riding as part of the sports activities. Anderson had not known how to ride a horse initially, only starting to learn after coming to this kindergarten. Each child had their own horse-riding clothes and equipment, and the school had carefully selected some ponies suitable for beginners.

After a period of time, Anderson had established a good relationship with one of the ponies, named Andrew. Now, he was adept at riding. After a playful time with the other children, it was soon time to leave school. Anderson changed back into his original clothes, neatly packed his riding gear, and placed it back in his locker.

Upon returning to the classroom, he did not see Kiki or Westbrook. It was strange, as he hadn't seen them during the horse riding either.

Normally, Kiki loved horse riding, yet she hadn't gone today. Recently, Westbrook seemed like a changed person, behaving differently at school compared to before. Not only was he not causing trouble, but he was also managing to control his temper and trying to get along with his classmates. However, this was not easy, given the number of people Westbrook had offended before. Moreover, now that he had lost his mother, even fewer children were willing to interact with him.

Westbrook dared not provoke Anderson, let alone mention the incident when Anderson had reprimanded him before. They coexisted peacefully.

Anderson packed his things and prepared to leave school. Other children gradually returned to the classroom, and someone remarked, "Hey, did you see Westbrook? He's really worrisome. Could he have gone somewhere to cause trouble again?"

"No, how could that be? I saw him in the art room, always hovering around Kiki. He's either helping Kiki pull a chair or serving soup, carrying food, or fetching chopsticks. Right now, he's definitely accompanying Kiki in painting."

Another child showed a disdainful expression, "I didn't see him go horse riding. Can't he see that Kiki finds him annoying? He's always sticking to her like chewing gum. I'd be annoyed if I were her." The speaker was a little girl, and her tone carried a hint of jealousy. After all, all girls hoped to be surrounded by boys, regardless of whether the boy was good or bad; it always made them feel more esteemed. Anderson listened silently to their conversation, not saying a word as he prepared to leave.

Suddenly, the girl who had spoken earlier ran up to Anderson, trying to flatter him. Finally, Kiki wasn't around, so she could show her face in front of Anderson.

"Anderson, my mom really wants to meet your mom. Could we go out for a meal together sometime?"

Anderson shot her a cold glance. Go out for a meal with him and his family? Dream on.

"Do you even deserve to call me by my nickname? Please address me by my full name. Don't let me catch you calling me by my nickname again."

With his bag in hand, he turned away coldly and walked out of the classroom without looking back.

The girl was left standing awkwardly in place, stomping her foot in anger. "How rude!"

Anderson intentionally took a detour as he left, passing by the art room.

It wasn't that he was concerned about Kiki; he wanted to remind Westbrook. He was well aware that what was happening at home was closely related to the Saunders family. In order to put his parents' minds at ease, he didn't want any trouble to arise at any point.

So, he pushed open the door to the art room.

Inside, Kiki had an easel set up in front of her, surrounded by various colors of oil paint. Westbrook stood by, attentive, passing things to her.

He would hand her a pen, then a palette of colors, then help squeeze out the paint. But Kiki looked dissatisfied.

"Could you stop following me all the time? You're causing trouble, not helping."

"This isn't cobaltblue; it's cerulean. Don't randomly grab colors; using the wrong color will have a big impact.

"Kiki, I just want to help you. If I don't take the paint, can I sharpen your pencils for you? Surely that's okay."

"I don't need you to sharpen my pencils. You don't know how to sharpen them, and you don't even know what 6B is. I have to sharpen my pencils by hand; I can't use a sharpener. Fine, just leave it there; don't touch my things. I need this painting for an exhibition, and you're causing a disturbance. I won't be able to finish it today."

"I'm not causing a disturbance. Can I at least get you a glass of water?"

"No, I don't want water. Could you not talk to me? It's affecting my thinking. Also, if I spill water on the painting, it'll be ruined. School's over; you should go home first. I want to finish this before I leave, and my mom will pick me up a bit later. I've already talked to the teacher about it."

"Kiki, your painting is really beautiful, just like the real thing. You're amazing; you're the most beautiful and talented girl I've ever seen. Really, I've been to many schools before, and I've never seen such a beautiful girl like you. I won't leave; I want to stay here with you."

Westbrook refused to leave Kiki's side.

Unable to do anything about Westbrook, Kiki had to concentrate on completing her painting. Suddenly, Westbrook took out a box of snacks from his bag and picked up a piece of Sunny King grape cheese with a fork, offering it to Kiki, "Can you at least eat something if you won't drink water? It's already after school, and you must be hungry. I noticed you didn't eat much at lunch."

Forced, Kiki opened her mouth and ate the snack. She truly couldn't stand it. Initially, she had shown some sympathy towards Westbrook, but she hadn't expected that giving him any leeway would lead to this incessant behavior.

Kiki deeply regretted it now.

As she looked up, she unexpectedly saw Anderson standing at the door of the art room, watching her.

Delighted, she dropped her paintbrush on the floor.

"Oh no, I dropped the brush." Westbrook quickly helped Kiki pick it up, only then noticing that Anderson was standing at the doorway. His expression immediately fell.

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