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nChapter 145: Chapter 141: In this castle, Richelle Dunn is

nthe queen in charge of everything

nTranslator: 549690339

nSince it was her first time administering acupuncture, Richelle Dunn stayed at the Camreys until Mrs. Camrey woke up. After confirming that she felt good and had no discomfort, Richelle wrote a prescription for Chinese medicine and arranged the acupuncture session for tomorrow at Central Hospital. Then she said goodbye to Mrs. Camrey and Hugo Camrey, and drove her worn-out car back home.

nWhen she got home, it was just a little past 2 o clock.

nAs soon as she entered the house, she heard the children playing and laughing.

nFrom the sounds of it, they were probably enjoying something tasty, so they didn’t even notice her entering the house.

nWhen she finished changing her shoes and walked into the living room, she suddenly stood still.

nRoy Lewis, who said he wouldn’t be free until five in the afternoon, was sitting on the sofa surrounded by the children.

n“Mr. Lewis, what are you doing here?”

nRoy Lewis looked up and smiled at her while trying to manage the children.

n“The chef made some fresh Portuguese egg tarts, so I brought some over for the kids as an afternoon snack. You should wash your hands and try one, too.”

nThe Lewis’ chef had found a new understanding. If he didn’t want to lose his job, he needed to cater to both Dr. Dunn and her children’s appetites.

nRichelle had eaten lunch at the Camreys’, but since Mrs. Camrey usually ate a light diet, she wasn’t used to it and only ate a few bites.

nNow, smelling the tempting aroma of the egg tarts, she felt her stomach rumbling.

n“Perfect, I’m starving!”

nRichelle sniffed like a greedy kitten and then hurried to wash her hands.

nRoy Lewis watched her go with an amused expression while the children giggled at their father’s infatuated demeanor.

nAfter washing her face and hands, Richelle changed into her casual clothes, came out, and hugged the children. “Babies, were you well-behaved today?”

nWhile asking this, she kissed each of the three little ones on their cheeks.

nRoy Lewis handed her an egg tart. “Hurry and eat; it’s already a bit cold.”

nTimothy pointed at the egg tart Richelle took and giggled.

n“Uncle, you’re biased, you deliberately picked the biggest one for Mommy!” Roy Lewis laughed and ruffled his head. “Nonsense, the egg tart bases are made with a mold, they’re all the same size.”

nTimothy was caught red-handed but didn’t seem angered. Instead, he laughed with Timmy and Tifanny, squinting their eyes.

nRichelle playfully smacked each of the three mischievous little ones on their bottoms, and then took a big bite of the egg tart.

n“Mmm… delicious! It would be even better if it was just out of the oven!

nRoy Lewis’s eyes were fixed on her face as he said, “I’ll have the chef bake them fresh tomorrow!”

nRichelle shook her head. “No can do. After your acupuncture session, 1 have to

ngo back to the hospital.”

nRoy Lewis responded with a questioning sound. “Didn’t the Dean give you a few days off? Or do you have a major surgery to perform?”

nRichelle replied, “Mrs. Camrey wants a bed at the hospital so I’ll perform the acupuncture there after your session. That way, I can save some time.” Roy Lewis’ face remained expressionless as he said, “Oh.” Internally, he knew this was part of Richelie’s job, but he couldn’t help thinking he should be doing more for her.

nSeeing that he didn’t say anything, Richelle continued.

n■■By the way, you should move your work schedule to tomorrow and get your medical checkup. This way, you’ll have peace of mind when you go out next week.”

n“Alright.”

nMeanwhile, the children had some egg custard on their faces and mouths. They turned their messy faces towards Roy Lewis, letting him wipe their faces and clean their mouths for them. Richelle didn’t know if they were trying to make things easier for her or if they were doing it on purpose, but they seemed eager and dependent on Roy.

nRichelle, who had always been used to taking care of the little rascals, enjoyed her rare moment of relaxation. Glancing at her children, she saw the usually independent kids suddenly become needy and fragile, relying on Roy Lewis for even the smallest matter like wiping their mouths.

nWhat was even weirder was that Roy Lewis didn’t seem to mind doing these tasks for them. He was gentle and careful, as if he was afraid that even a slight touch could hurt the children.

nKnowing what the children were really thinking, Richelle teased Roy Lewis. “You’re going to spoil them rotten, and they’ll end up like spoilt rich kids.” With a warm smile in his eyes, Roy Lewis said, “No, they’re all very good and sensible!”

nHearing their father praise them, the little ones showed off with pride as they grinned at Richelle.

nTifanny’s face was full of happiness as she said, “Mommy, Uncle isn’t spoiling

nHe’s pampering us!”

nRichelle stared at her daughter’s radiant face and was momentarily lost in thought.

nWhat a nice, simple life filled with small joys; wouldn’t it be great if it could always be like this!

nRoy finished washing the three kids’ faces and turned to see Richelle holding a Portuguese custard tart, staring at Tifanny in amazement.

nThinking she was choking on the tart, he hurriedly handed her a glass of water from the coffee table.

n“Take a sip, don’t rush when you eat, like a child.”

nTimothy looked at his mom with a mischievous grin, “Uncle, don’t insult children, we don’t eat as fast as Mommy…

nRoy glanced at Richelle and rubbed Timothy’s head, “Mommy is just too busy at work and hungry, that’s why she eats so quickly.”

nRichelle looked at him in surprise, so he could be so thoughtful and considerate?

nUpon hearing Roy’s words, the children immediately put down their tarts, came over, and formed a circle to embrace her.

nRichelle’s heart melted, and she kissed them on the top of their heads, smiling. When the three children let go of her, Timothy quickly climbed onto the sofa behind her and raised his chubby little fists to gently pound on her shoulders. “Mommy, you’ve been working hard; let me massage your back.” Tifanny extended her chubby hand and pressed it against Richelle’s stomach, “Don’t worry Mommy, I’ll rub tummy for you so that you can eat more without feeling stomachache!”

nTimmy, the big brother, brought over a small stool and placed it under Tifanny’s bottom. He patted her shoulder, “Little sister, sit down and rub.” Tifanny sweetly said, “Thank you, big brother!

nAfter taking care of his sister, Timmy brought another stool over and sat down beside Richelle’s feet.

n“1’11 massage your legs…”

nShe gladly accepted the children’s care, relaxed her body and enjoyed their affection wholeheartedly.

n“Thank you, my loves, mommy’s much more comfortable now!

nAnd this wonderful feeling was mostly a psychological one.

nRoy couldn’t help but capture the scene of a loving family moment with one big and three small people on his phone.

nThese days, he had enjoyed the children’s special VIP services frequently, he knew exactly how it felt.

nEven though their little hands pinched and pounded his body, it felt like they reached the hardest part of his heart.

nThat hard, iron-like part was gradually softened by their little chubby hands, and warmth began to flow through his chest.

nRoy’s gaze wandered between Richelle and the three children, his smile becoming tenderer, deeper, and more intense.

nAfter they finished their tarts, it was time for class.

nIt just so happened that today’s schedule was for self-study.

nThe children unanimously decided to use the self-study session to read their own extracurricular books.

nRichelle didn’t object and let them do as they pleased.

nRoy brought his work with him, so once the children went to their rooms to play, he busied himself on his laptop on the sofa.

nRichelle then also sat in the living room and started helping her mentor organize some papers.

nRoy was someone who could multitask, and so was Richelle.

nEven though they were both preoccupied with work, they could still spare some attention to chat occasionally.

n“Is the Camrey’s house very big?”

nRoy guessed that she must have some idea of Hugo’s background by now.

n-Yes, very big. It’s like a bandit king’s den in the mountains.”

nThere was a hint of yearning in Richelle’s voice.

nRoy’s fingers paused, searching his mind for properties that might fit the bill – with a mountain view, spacious, and comfortable.

nAs for his idea to build a mansion, it was unrealistic for now since it would take quite some time.

nHe was a bit impatient, wanting to lead her to a castle she longed for.

nAnd then tell her that in this castle, she wouldn’t be a bandit king, but a queen who controlled everything!

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