Chapter 206: Chapter 202: So, do you love daddy?
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Richelie Dunn felt both sad and distressed, and responded softly to her son.
“Of course, he is your and your sister’s Grandpa Clarkson, as long as you like, you can talk to him on the phone.”
The children shouldn’t have to be so careful and put up with such grievances, but because of her, they must be cautious even around their closest relatives. Although she is the children’s mother, she has not deprived them of the right to enjoy the affection of their elders.
“Great! I’ll tell my sister! Mummy, you must take good care of daddy, my sister and I will be good at ho!”
Timothy happily hung up the phone, and Richelie stood by the floor-to-ceiling window with mixed feelings, thinking of the suffering the children had gone through, she felt that she should speed up the process so that the children could appear in front of Roy Lewis openly and uprightly.
“What’s wrong? Is sothing wrong with my brother and sister?
Timmy’s voice brought Richelle back from her wandering thoughts.
She turned her head and smiled at her eldest son.
“No, your brother asked if your dad is feeling better and promised to take good
care of your sister, so I can focus on taking care of dad today.”
“Oh…”, Timmy responded with his mouth as his eyes stared unblinkingly at hers. Then he grabbed her hand, shook it, and asked her quietly.
“Why were you crying then?”
Richelle tried hard to blink back her tears and squeezed a smile for her eldest
son.
“No, I was just thinking that you, your brother, and sister are all safe and happy, and I felt overjoyed to tears.”
With that, she placed her hand on his young shoulders, “Let’s go back to be with your dad.”
Timmy was half skeptical but knew better than to ask further, making a disgusted expression with his mouth.
“A thirty-year-old man still needs company when he’s a little sick, so delicate! Richelle found that funny since Timmy himself had been just as delicate when he pretended to be sick last ti.
However, she dared not voice these criticisms.
For now, her eldest son was still the one she was least able to provoke.
“Yeah, he is delicate, but that’s how people are. Everyone has their monts of illness and pain, and it’s okay to be a little delicate in front of soone who loves you, right, my baby?”
Richelle was discussing love and care between people with her son, telling him that people don’t always have to be strong and occasionally need to indulge and admit their weaknesses. Along the way, she was also trying to save so face for Roy Lewis.
As a result, Timmy imdiately grasped the key point.
He tugged at Richelle and looked up at her with a serious expression.
“So, do you love dad?”
On this matter, Richelle, of course, had an answer in her heart.
However, in front of her son, especially before she and Roy Lewis had officially confird their relationship, it seed a bit difficult to state it outright.
“My baby, this matter, your dad and I are still in the process of confirming!” Richelle was unwilling to deceive her son but could not give him a definitive answer, so she responded in this manner.
She thought her eldest son would continue to question her, but he actually nodded his head in agreent, looking serious.
“Hmm, matters of a lifeti should be treated seriously!”
As a mother, Richelle found her son’s comnt, as if he were an elder, both amusing and frustrating.
But she quickly realized that her children had always been raised in an environnt of freedom, equality, and respect, so when Timmy spoke, it wasn’t from the standpoint of a son or anything else. He was simply making a comnt based on the situation, caring about her and loving her.
After understanding this, Richelle felt relieved.
She bent down and looked into her son’s clear eyes, nodding earnestly at him.
“Yes, I will observe and treat it seriously, thank you for your concern, my baby!”
Timmy was evidently not used to such direct expressions, his eyes dodging a few tis and turning his face away sowhat unnaturally.
”Oh…anyway, my brother, sister, and I all wish you well…
What he ant was, like his brother and sister, he would always stand by her side.
Richelle felt both warmth and sweetness in her heart, hugged her son, then hand-in-hand, they returned to Roy Lewis’s bedroom.
Roy slept heavily and when he woke up, he was a bit dazed, opened his eyes habitually, and looked around.
Then, his gaze was suddenly drawn to the mother-and-son-hke figures sitting side by side at the bedside.
The bigger one had long curls casually tied into a bun, her head down, intently staring at the laptop screen on her lap. A few strands of hair hung on her cheeks, her eyelashes lowered, and her red lips lightly pursed. Although it was a still image, Roy’s throat felt dry, and he unconsciously licked his lips.
Realizing his mind was wandering, he quickly shifted his gaze from the alluring, captivating face, focusing on the little one sitting beside her, also seriously reading.
The little one’s hair was a bit long, he had refused a haircut, and usually left it scattered, casually tied with a rubber band into a small tuft pointing up today, which looked quite artistic.
By the side of the young boy’s face, there were also curls clinging to his cheeks, his lips tightly pursed, and whether it’s due to the similarity in angles or the filter in his mind, at that mont, Roy couldn’t help but think his son and Richelle looked quite alike.
Could it be that living together for such a long ti made them gradually grow more similar in appearance?
Was this the legendary mother-son resemblance?
Lying on the bed, Roy’s mind was filled with an array of unrelated thoughts, but when Richelle finally finished a small section of her analysis report and raised her hand to stretch, her gaze naturally t Roy’s.
Richelle was slightly startled, but quickly grinned at him.
“Awake?”
Roy could no longer pretend to be asleep, gave a hum, lifted the blanket, and got off the bed.
“What ti is it?”
His voice carried the laziness and hoarseness of just waking up, like the sound of a cello, which made shivers run through Richelle’s heart.
Richelle was montarily dazed as her son moved behind her, then she ca back to her senses and took a glance at the ti on her computer, “Almost five o’clock”
Roy nodded, stood up, walked over with big strides, bent down without warning, and placed both hands on the edge of the bean bag sofa.
The edge of the bean bag sofa was soft too, so when he reached out, he didn t have much strength, and his entire body leaned forward towards Richelle.
As she saw his face getting closer, Richelle’s face suddenly turned red, and all she could do was shift her body back, but there was no intention of pushing him away.
She thought Roy was about to do sothing to her, but God knows if it was intentional or a coincidence, his face brushed past her nose, and then slid towards Timmy’s side.
Roy kissed the top of Timmy’s head, “Baby, were you good today?
Even though he was clearly speaking to his son, Richelle’s ears were blushing, as were her cheeks, which he had nearly grazed earlier, both burning fiercely..
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