Chapter 194: Chapter 190: Don’t be nervous, Timothy and

Tifanny really like you

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After talking to Roy Lewis, Richelle Dunn felt her guilt lessen, and their interactions quickly returned to their previous ambiguous state, aside from some initial discomfort and embarrassment.

Moreover, because both sides now understood each other’s positions, both Richelle and Roy appeared more open and candid.

In the evening, Roy walked in casually holding a bouquet of hydrangea. Richelle opened the door and saw the flowers in Roy’s hands. After half a day of adjusting and convincing herself, her feelings were significantly calmer, but then the sight of the flowers made her feel inexplicably bashful again She suppressed her embarrassment and stared at Roy, trying to remind him.

“Roy, this…”

Roy interrupted her by stuffing the flowers into her arms.

“Uncle Axel picked them from the backyard. I thought they were pretty, so I brought them over. They should look nice wherever you put them.”

Roy spoke straightforwardly without any trace of flirtation that usually accompanies giving flowers, as if he just casually brought a green plant over to decorate the room.

Even though Richelle knew he was being evasive, she didn’t expose him. It’s pointless to fuss over these things, and it would only make the other person uncomfortable.

As a result, she walked into the living room holding the flowers, and their clever kids immediately gathered to gossip about it, their curious eyes darting between the two of them.

Richelle glared at them, and the kids teasingly stuck out their tongues and made faces at her, before unanimously jumping off the sofa and running back to their bedrooms, leaving Richelle and Roy in the living room.

Richelle had been preparing a PPT lesson plan for the children’s classes in the living room, and as Roy came in and sat on the sofa as usual, she moved onto a small stool and continued her unfinished work.

With something to do, she quickly forgot about the flowers and tapped away on her keyboard.

Roy leisurely sipped his tea as Richelle’s rapid typing filled the room. The setting sun cast a gentle glow on her already beautiful face.

Occasionally, she would ponder and knit her brow, lightly biting her lips. At that moment, she seemed just like a water lily blooming alone under a hazy moonlit night, possessing an independent beauty and a touch of mystery.

Before coming over, Roy had discussed several long-term strategies to corner the Thompsons with Kennedy Green and some confidential politicians, but almost all of them had severe drawbacks.

By the time he signed off, Roy was both physically and mentally exhausted. When he left, Uncle Axel noticed his tired face and suggested he stay home for dinner and rest.

But Roy didn’t respond and instead asked for some hydrangea flowers to be picked before leaving the house.

Uncle Axel didn’t understand that true rest wasn’t just about being physically relaxed but rather having peace of mind.

For Roy, this peaceful moment with Richelle was when he felt most at ease and comfortable.

By the time he finished his tea, Richelle finished her PPT presentation. She closed her laptop, stretched her arms high, yawned and arched her back, all without any hint of grace.

However, when she caught sight of Roy’s amused gaze, she froze.

How could she have forgotten about him?

Seeing her embarrassed, Roy smiled and asked, “Finished?” Richelle coughed twice, awkwardly withdrew her hands, scratched her head, and nodded.

“Do you have time after dinner?”

Richelle had been quite busy recently, and she didn’t want to spend too much time alone with Roy, at least not for now.

“Not really, is there something you need?”

In other words, unless it was important, don’t mention it.

What Roy wanted to do wasn’t important, and it certainly didn’t require both him and Richelle to take care of together.

“It’s almost time for a wardrobe change, and Timmy’s grown a lot. Most of his clothes from last year don’t fit anymore, and I think Timothy and Tifanny must be in the same situation.”

Richelle, being a responsible mother, quickly understood what he was getting

“You want to take them shopping for clothes?”

Roy nodded.

In the past, he believed tasks like these could be handled by someone else, saving time and producing the best results.

But now, he wanted to see the adorable appearance of the children trying on different outfits.

Though Roy’s initiative was attractive to Richelle, she had her concerns.

Trying on clothes would require taking off their masks, which would be inconvenient for them.

‘T’ve been very busy lately and may not have time. Besides, I took the three of them shopping for seasonal clothing a few days ago and bought quite a few items. Timmy said you’ve customized his wardrobe, so I bought fewer items for him.”

Roy was disappointed, but Richelle really had no obligation to accommodate his request this time.

“Well, since you’ve already bought them clothes, that’s fine. As for Timmy, I’ve indeed ordered more custom-made clothes for him. I’ll also have two sets’ made for Timothy since they’re about the same size. Tifanny will have more style options, so I’ll have a stylist contact you and customize a few sets for her. Girls like to dress up, and it puts them in a good mood when they look pretty.”

Not refusing Roy’s good intentions towards their children, Richelle agreed. “That’s fine. I’ll send Tifanny’s measurements to them when it’s time.” Because of her role as their mother, her other two children couldn’t acknowledge their father.

Richelle knew how much Tifanny loved the dress Roy bought her last time, and that was something Roy deserved to know.

“She loves the dress you bought her last time. Every time Mrs. Walker irons it, she watches carefully, afraid that Mrs. Walker might ruin her dress.”

Upon hearing the same story from Richelle, it carried a sense of affirmation from a mother’s perspective.

“I’ve never raised a girl before, so I don’t have any concept or experience with many things. Timmy said that sisters are more sensitive and delicate than brothers, so please remind me more in the future.”

Roy wanted to be a good father and sought Richelle’s guidance, humbled and without any trace of arrogance.

A warm feeling welled up in Richelle’s heart, and she nodded gently to Roy.

“I will, but you don’t have to be too nervous. Timothy and Tifanny really like you, so if you have any questions, you can communicate with them directly, just like you do with Timmy.”

Richelle knew that Roy cared even more about Timothy and Tifanny than he did about Timmy.

He feared that the children would think he treated them unfairly, so he was more careful and attentive with the younger two..