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nChapter 54: Chapter 51: He wants to eat, so let Richelle Dunn stew it!

nTranslator: 549690339

nRichelle glanced nervously at Roy Lewis, thankfully, he seemed unconcerned, apparently taking Uncle Axel’s words as a joke and not suspecting anything else.

nRichelie’s tense heart finally settled down, and she gently patted Mr. Timmy’s shoulder and said,

n“It’s getting late, Mr. Lewis, you should go back and rest. These kids have been running around all afternoon. If possible, let Timmy soak his feet before bed. It can effectively promote blood circulation and eliminate fatigue.”

nRoy took his son’s hand, and his gaze then turned to Timothy and Tifanny’s faces.

nWhen he first saw the two kids, they were wearing masks, and he thought they were just playing a game. But seeing them always wearing masks, he couldn’t help but wonder.

n“Timothy, Tifanny, your masks are lovely, and you have many different styles.”

nRichelle’s heart, which had just settled, was raised again.

nHowever, before she could give a reasonable explanation, Mr. Timmy put the lion mask he was holding on his head and shook his head proudly at his dad.

n“Dad, the masks are really beautiful. I want to wear them tomorrow too!”

nRoy, seeing that his son was also captivated by the masks, believed that all children liked playing this dress-up game, so he didn’t ask any more questions. However, he bent down and patted Tifanny’s head.

n“Tifanny, Timothy, since Big Brother always comes to play at your house, do you want to come and play at Big Brother’s house?”

nTifanny’s big eyes fluttered, clearly tempted by the proposal.

nHowever, she had been constantly reminded by her brother lately not to talk casually to uncles, not to answer questions randomly, and not to…

nAh, there were so many things she couldn’t do. This was too difficult a question to answer. Brother, why don’t you answer the uncle for her?

nThe little girl pouted her small mouth helplessly, blinking her eyes at Timothy for assistance.

nTimothy and Tifanny always had a strong understanding of each other. Moreover, he was quick-witted and had no trouble dealing with this kind of situation.

n“Thank you, uncle, and Big Brother for the invitation. However, Tifanny and I are very tired from playing today, so we won’t disturb you. You, Big Brother, and Grandpa Axel should go back and rest.”

nTimothy’s refusal was graceful and polite. Richelle secretly heaved a sigh of relief and pulled Timothy and Tifanny closer, smiling at Roy.

n“Mr. Lewis, good night!”

nAfter that, she bent down and touched her son’s face, gently looking into his eyes, whispering, “Timmy, good night!”

nMr. Timmy nodded softly, took a step forward, and hugged his brother and sister. Then he let go, stepped back, and pulled his dad’s hand, “Dad, let’s go home!”

nInside, Mr. Timmy was reluctant to leave.

nBut he was afraid that his dad would really discover that Timothy and Tifanny were his real siblings.

nRoy genuinely invited Richelle and her family to visit his home. However, the children indeed looked tired, and it was getting late.

n“Alright, let’s pick a weekend then!”

nWith a hint of regret, Roy held his son’s hand and got into the car.

nBefore he could start the car, Richelle had already seamlessly executed a large drift, turning her car around and speeding away.

nRoy stared, dumbfounded.

nHe wondered if he had hallucinated, but it was impossible. There was only one car outside the gate, Richelle’s.

n“Timmy, who drove when you went out to play?”

nTimmy didn’t quite understand his father’s intention, “Dr. Dunn did…”

nRoy then asked Uncle Axel, “Uncle Axel, did you see that clean and sharp drift just now?”

nUncle Axel had just recovered from his astonishment, “Master, perhaps Dr. Dunn is a race car expert!”

nTimmy felt proud when others praised his mommy.

n“Heh! She’s amazing!”

nRoy thought his son had developed a sense of admiration for Richelle after only two days of classes, so he didn’t take it to heart. He patted his son’s head and said with satisfaction,

n“Finally, there’s a teacher who has won my baby’s approval.”

nTimmy was in a good mood and rarely rubbed his head against his father’s hand.

n“She’s the one who gave birth to such a smart child, after all!”

nRoy thought of Timothy and Tifanny’s lively and lovely faces and nodded in agreement, “That’s right!”

nLooking down at his equally lovely and intelligent son, he couldn’t help but wonder.

nHis beloved son was also smart and clever, so why was Kiara, who had given birth to him, so stupid?

nThinking of Kiara Dunn and her family, Roy Lewis’s mood became increasingly agitated.

nWhen he arrived home, Mrs. Collins took little Mr. Timmy, who was humming a tune, upstairs, and Roy Lewis went to his study to deal with his affairs.

nAfter logging into the top-secret account, he checked his emails first.

nAs a result, he quickly scanned through the emails he received today but didn’t find the one he was looking for.

nWasn’t the person with the *** account name a task executor who said the deposit would determine the progress?

nHe had kindly transferred ten times the deposit, but there was still no progress after a day?

nRoy Lewis became somewhat annoyed, feeling as if he was being played by others, and sent an ultimatum to the executor.

n“By twelve o’clock, I want to receive the corresponding progress report!”

nThe *** executor, who had always been responsive before, had no response this time.

nRoy Lewis opened another computer to deal with Lewis Group’s affairs, occasionally keeping an eye on the movement, and found that there was no sign of activity even after nearly an hour.

nCould it be that this person had absconded with the money?

nIt seemed Richelle Dunn was indeed causing a lot of trouble.

nIf he hadn’t lost his mind and empathize with Richelle’s difficulties, he would never have added the deposit so easily.

nThinking of Richelle, Roy Lewis couldn’t help but recall his son’s request to give her a raise.

nWith no clues from Mr. Chapman, should he ask someone to investigate what kind of scumbag Richelle’s ex-husband actually is?

nAt this point, Roy Lewis firmly believed his speculations about Richelle’s marital status and her ex-husband’s character.

nFor a long time after that, he was trapped in the imaginary cage he had drawn for himself.

nUntil one day, when he discovered the truth, he hated Richelle but, just like today, he had no way to deal with her!

n“Master Lewis!”

nUncle Axel who entered after knocking, pulled Roy Lewis out of the strange whirlpool.

n“Miss Dunn called to remind you to bring Mr. Timmy back to your grandfather’s birthday party in three days.”

nRoy Lewis grunted in response, then he received the bowl that Uncle Axel handed over. Seeing a yellow clear liquid in the bowl, he raised his eyes with curiosity.

n“What is this?”

nThe medicine he drank was a dark, thick bowl, but this one obviously wasn’t it.

n“Oh, it’s pear and honey, made by Dr. Dunn. She said that both you and young master have some lung heat and cough. She told me to heat it up for you when I got home.”

nWith Uncle Axel’s reminder, Roy Lewis remembered that earlier outside the gate, Richelle had indeed given Axel a large bag of things and whispered a few words to him. At the time, he found it strange that Richelle could have much to talk about with Axel.

nSo, it turned out to be about this?

n“Has Timmy eaten?”

nRoy Lewis asked while taking a mouthful.

n“He had some during the day, and I’ll heat some more for him to drink tomorrow morning.”

nRoy Lewis didn’t usually like sweets, so there weren’t many sweet desserts made at home.

nAs far as he knew, his son had similar tastes to him.

nHowever, this pear and honey completely overturned his previous perception of sweet soup.

n“Master, is it not good? If not, don’t drink it,” said Uncle Axel, stretching his hand out to take back the sweet soup after noticing that he had stopped.

n“No, it’s delicious!”

nThe pear was soft and smooth, the loquat was a bit glutinous, the sweet soup had a few osmanthus flowers floating on top. The slightly sour and sweet taste was mixed with a faint scent of osmanthus, making his palate feel very refreshed.

n“Tomorrow, let the chef…”

nHe initially wanted the chef to ask Richelle for the recipe so they could occasionally make it at home.

nBut halfway through saying it, he felt that it was unnecessary.

nIf he wanted it, he would just ask Richelle to make it!

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