You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 1822: Seeing Illusions

Chapter 1822: Seeing Illusions

After arriving near the amusement park, Aaron went to park the car. Joyce, Luther and Anderson went

into the burger shop to pick up their food.

As expected, they smoothly collected the burgers Anderson had ordered.

Anderson suggested, "There are too many people inside, let's eat outside."

"Okay." Joyce brought the meal sets outside to the iron patio tables.

Luther pulled out a wicker chair and Anderson sat down, happily opening his burger and eating.

After a while, Aaron came over after parking the car. Behind him followed four bodyguards, specially

arranged security personnel who had been trailing them in a car the whole way here.

"Wow, isn't this entourage a bit too much?" Anderson stuck out his tongue. "Coming to play at an

amusement park with so many bodyguards, a scene like this is probably only seen in movies."

Luther reached out and tapped Anderson's head. "It doesn't hurt to be more careful when going out."

He nodded at Aaron. "Well done."

After a while, they finished their lunch and entered the amusement park.

The bodyguards followed from afar. In order not to draw attention from others, including Aaron, they

were all dressed in plain clothes today, indistinguishable from the crowd.

As soon as Anderson entered the amusement park, he jumped up excitedly. "I want to go on the

rollercoaster. Who wants to ride with me?"

"You're still small, you can't go on the big rollercoasters. You aren't tall enough. I'll go with you on the

kiddie ones." Luther said gently.

"Ah, that's no fun." Anderson pointed to a rollercoaster over thirty stories high. "That one looks the most

thrilling, too bad I can't ride it."

"You're young but you have no fear at all." Joyce laughed. Anderson really was utterly fearless.

"What's there to be scared of? The higher the more exciting!" Anderson pouted.

"Let's go. We'll ride the pirate ship first. Your mom can't join you, she's pregnant." Luther picked

Anderson up and headed towards the pirate ship.

Joyce waited below. The pirate ship swung very high, with continuous screams coming from above, the

passengers both frightened and thrilled.

She could see Anderson far away, clapping his hands excitedly and shouting with joy. Luther sat

expressionlessly next to Anderson. As the pirate ship swung higher, screams rose and fell.

After a while, Luther came down carrying Anderson.

Joyce came up and asked, "How was it, fun?"

"So fun, so thrilling!" Anderson jumped up and down excitedly. "I want to go again later!"

Upon hearing this, Luther quickly said, "There's still lots of rides here. Play something else first. What's

the point of going on the same ride twice?"

Only then did Joyce notice Luther's expression. His face was a little pale, features tense.

Looking closely, he seemed to be enduring something, on the verge of throwing up.

Joyce couldn't help laughing out loud. "Haha, don't tell me you're afraid? Do you have a fear of

heights?"

Luther felt he was losing face. "How could I be afraid? I don't have acrophobia. I just feel unwell in the

stomach after eating then going on the pirate ship immediately. Should digest first."

Joyce nodded. She stroked Anderson's hair. "Let's play something else first, okay? Dad makes sense. I

saw a haunted house over there. Do you want to check it out? I can go in with you."

"Yay!" Anderson was even more excited hearing "haunted house". He hurried towards it.

Joyce followed closely.

Luther stood behind them, watching mother and son. His lips kept twitching.

What kind of preferences were these? It was exasperating.

Upon entering the haunted house, the lighting immediately darkened. To the left was a seemingly

bottomless black rope bridge. Scattered skeletons lined the path. Cobwebs dotted the corners here and

there. Some white curtains fluttered restlessly, making the atmosphere quiet and creepy. A few candles

were inserted into candlesticks, the last drops of wax hanging off them. The weak flickering candlelight

only enhanced the terrifying feel.

Anderson rushed ahead, completely unafraid.

At this time Luther grabbed Joyce's hand. He cursed under his breath, "You're really fooling around.

Don't forget you're pregnant. What if you get shocked?"

Joyce leaned into Luther's arms. "With you here, what do I have to fear? Besides, everything in the

haunted house is fake. Even kids aren't scared. How could I be afraid?"

"Fine, stay close to me." Luther firmly held Joyce's hand as they followed behind Anderson deeper

inside.

The further they went, the darker it became.

Suddenly, eerie laughter sounded from up ahead, rising and falling unpredictably, as if right next to their

ears. It instantly gave them goosebumps. Their surroundings grew even darker, they could only

vaguely make out the outlines of the walls.

Suddenly, a bloody hanged ghost dropped down from midair, swaying back and forth.

The people in front were so frightened they screamed.

Anderson disdainfully said, "These people are such cowards. And they're adults. Scared of a fake

corpse. Mom, let's walk faster and get ahead of them."

"Okay." Joyce smiled speechlessly. Anderson's fearless personality really took after her. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Continuing further in, there were more horrific scenes arranged. For example, some little ghosts rolling

around in a big pot, or a headless corpse lying on the ground, seemingly still struggling. Occasionally a

ghost head would pop out of the walls, giving people a jump scare. Nothing too impressive.

On the other hand, the group behind them, some of the girls were already scared to tears, crying

nonstop and shouting to get out.

Anderson was even more scornful. "How is this that scary? They can cry so tragically over this. These

girls are so annoying. Mom, seems like we're reaching the end of the haunted house. Let's get out

quick."

As they continued forward, the lighting gradually brightened and the atmosphere was no longer

terrifying.

Anderson suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Just now, he seemed to have glimpsed a familiar figure, flashing by.

Joyce also stopped. "What's wrong? See something off?"

Anderson looked around and shook his head. "Maybe I saw wrong."

Could it be because after walking through the haunted house, he was seeing illusions? Just now, he

seemed to have seen Fair's figure. Was that possible? Or was it because he would think of her from

time to time, he couldn't tell illusion from reality anymore, leading him to see wrongly.

He shook his head. No matter how he thought about it, it was impossible to run into Fair here. He must

have seen wrongly.

Walking out of the haunted house, Anderson's mood somehow became dejected instead.

Joyce asked, "What next? Or we can go play shooting games. See how your skills have improved

recently."

"Okay." Anderson nodded.

He followed Joyce forward, occasionally glancing back at the haunted house. The longing in his heart

suddenly surged up. He started feeling a little restless.