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nChapter 127: Chapter 123: Representing this Family, One More Person Added

nTranslator: 549690339

nAt home, the children have been in their bedroom for an entire afternoon, their spirits perpetually excited.

nAt this moment, they are sitting on the carpet, their heads close together, guessing away.

nTiffany counts with her fingers the amount of time her parents have been on their date, “Big brother, brother, daddy and mommy have been on a date for three hours now!”

nTimothy pats her head, and specially warns her.

n“Silly little sister, when you see daddy and mommy later, don’t let slip anything.”

nTiffany shakes her head like a rattle drum, “No way! Daddy and mommy went to buy books!”

nTimmy and Timothy exchange a look, “Little brother, do you think, that daddy will seize this opportunity?”

nTimmy is extremely worried for dear old dad, wishing that daddy could coax mommy into coming home in just one afternoon.

nTimothy doesn’t understand daddy as well as big brother does, but he understands mommy more than big brother does.

n“It’s tough, mommy isn’t easy to please!”

nHe has seen with his own eyes how mommy turned the men chasing her into good friends, so, if daddy is not diligent enough, he could also end up becoming good buddies with mommy.

nTimmy sighs, “Then little brother and sister, you guys also help to think of some strategies, dumb-dumb daddy is not reliable!”

nLittle does Timmy know, their so-called dumb-dumb Daddy, today, has made significant progress.

nThe siblings were excited and anxious in turns at home, continuously waiting and waiting, until the skies darken; only then did they hear the sound of a key turning on the front door.

nThe three little ones all rushed towards the door, Kiki ran out with them as well.

nHowever, the moment Daddy and Mommy Stepped through the front door, they apologized to them.

n“Sorry, kiddos, today we had to make an emergency trip to the hospital, so, we didn’t manage to buy the books.”

nAs the representative, Richelle explains and apologizes to the three children.

nAnticipating that the children would be disappointed and unhappy, instead, the children were actually laughing and shaking their heads together, saying unanimously.

n“It’s all right, you can buy it tomorrow as well!”

nRichelle and Roy exchanged a glance, somewhat unable to fathom what the children were plotting.

nWhen they left the house in the afternoon, weren’t they in a hurry?

nNow that not a single book was bought back, these little brats didn’t display an ounce of disappointment.

nOn the contrary, they seemed to be very happy?

nMrs. Walker heard the commotion from the outside and came out too. As she saw them return home, she called for the children to wash their hands and prepare for dinner.

nAfter the children finished washing their hands, Roy also went to the washroom and washed his face.

nThe washroom in Richelie’s home was connected to the bathroom. After washing his face, Roy immediately noticed three children’s’ towels hanging on the wall, two blue and one pink; clearly, they belonged to the three children.

nHe grabbed a piece of tissue to wipe off the water on his face and kept his gaze on the three towels while thinking: he should also ask Uncle Axel to prepare a set of toiletries for him tomorrow, just in case of emergencies.

nHe didn’t even think about how, in the beginning, he despised this small and dilapidated apartment.

nBut now, he was trying his best to find a place for himself here.

nAs he walked out of the washroom, he bumped into Richelle who was carrying soup from the kitchen; he immediately changed his mind.

nHe points to the washroom behind him, “Richelle, do you have a new towel at home? Give me one!”

nRoy, as a person, whatever he thought of, he could always say it with confidence.

nAdditionally, he thinks, it’s just adding a towel, it doesn’t take up much space anyway.

nBut he never thought that for Richelle, a towel, which is such a personal item, if added, signifies that one more person has become a part of this home.

nRichelle was taken aback for a moment, she instinctively wanted to refuse, but Roy added.

n“It would be best if it’s the same type as Timmy’s, is there one?”

nBecause of his additional remark, Richelle put the soup down, turned around, went into the bedroom to search for a bit, then handed him a blue towel, the same style as Timmy, Timothy and Tiffany’s but larger.

nPerhaps she couldn’t let the children and their daddy live together.

nBut hanging his towel with theirs, this could also represent a beautiful remembrance for them!

nAfter the children finished washing their hands, they all sat at the dining table waiting for dinner.

nTheir sparkling eyes watched as their parents playfully went back and forth, the “Richelle” and “towel” exchange lasted a while. By the time both parents went to the washroom together, the three little rascals couldn’t help but high-five each other in celebration.

nHowever, they didn’t dare make too much noise, they could only whisper in hushed tones.

nIn the washroom, Richelle held a self-adhesive hook, comparing it to where the children’s towels were hung, and figured that adding another hook at the side might make things a bit crowded.

nMoreover, the children are short, their towels are hung low; Roy is tall, so it’s better to hang his towel up high next to hers.

nAfter making up her mind, Richelle tiptoes to stick the hook to the wall, she holds onto the wall with one hand; sideways, she uses the other hand to press the hook down to make it stick harder.

nRoy, who had been standing behind her and watching, felt uncomfortable for her seeing her in this situation.

nWithout a second thought, he reaches out his hand and places it on hers, “I’ll do it!”

nTheir fingertips touch, and the electric current once again flows from the fingertips.

nRichelle was shocked to the core, her heart trembled, and she quickly withdrew her hand. Regardless of what Roy thought, she throws out a “You do it yourself!” and turned around to leave.

nRichelle walks away massaging her touched hand; her fingertips were numb and a little hot even now.

nThen she heard the children who had grouped their heads together whispering back and forth.

nTiffany says, “Big Brother, Daddy called mommy Richelle.”

nTimothy says, “Little sister, don’t exaggerate. In TV shows, they all call each other “darling”.”

nTimmy says, “Little brother, our daddy, that big dummy, surely won’t be able to say something so cheesy as “darling”!”

nRichelle had a black line on her forehead as she listened; by now, she finally understood the agenda the little scamps had in mind from the afternoon till now.

nNo wonder, she thought, why were there so many coincidences.

nPerhaps, from the roses to the cake, to later brandishing the note and hurrying them to go out shopping for books, all were rotten ideas discussed by these rascals when they were holed up in her room at noon.

nThis was the first time Richelle was able to sense that the children wanted her and Roy to get together.

nInitially, Richelle wanted to rush forward and catch the crafty children red-handed.

nBut after taking two steps, she suddenly stopped.

nThe children were all too clever, if she exposed them now, these little ones would not only not stop, they would also switch from overt to covert tactics, causing more trouble in secret.

nIt was better for her to be on guard, after all, she and Roy were two people with completely opposite personalities. Just being co-workers required effort.

nBut to develop an intimate relationship just as the children hoped, that was nothing more than a pipe dream.

nDoctor Dunn, I hope the face-slapping doesn’t come too fast!

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