YM778.TV Chapter 145 - 141: In this castle, Richelle Dunn is
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Since 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.
When she got home, it was just a little past 2 o clock.
As soon as she entered the house, she heard the children playing and laughing.
From the sounds of it, they were probably enjoying something tasty, so they didn’t even notice her entering the house.
When she finished changing her shoes and walked into the living room, she suddenly stood still.
Roy Lewis, who said he wouldn’t be free until five in the afternoon, was sitting on the sofa surrounded by the children.
“Mr. Lewis, what are you doing here?”
Roy Lewis looked up and smiled at her while trying to manage the children.
“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.”
The 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.
Richelle 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.
Now, smelling the tempting aroma of the egg tarts, she felt her stomach rumbling.
“Perfect, I’m starving!”
Richelle sniffed like a greedy kitten and then hurried to wash her hands.
Roy Lewis watched her go with an amused expression while the children giggled at their father’s infatuated demeanor.
After washing her face and hands, Richelle changed into her casual clothes, came out, and hugged the children. “Babies, were you well-behaved today?”
While asking this, she kissed each of the three little ones on their cheeks.
Roy Lewis handed her an egg tart. “Hurry and eat; it’s already a bit cold.”
Timothy pointed at the egg tart Richelle took and giggled.
“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.”
Timothy was caught red-handed but didn’t seem angered. Instead, he laughed with Timmy and Tifanny, squinting their eyes.
Richelle playfully smacked each of the three mischievous little ones on their bottoms, and then took a big bite of the egg tart.
“Mmm… delicious! It would be even better if it was just out of the oven!
Roy Lewis’s eyes were fixed on her face as he said, “I’ll have the chef bake them fresh tomorrow!”
Richelle shook her head. “No can do. After your acupuncture session, 1 have to
go back to the hospital.”
Roy 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?”
Richelle 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.
Seeing that he didn’t say anything, Richelle continued.
■■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.”
“Alright.”
Meanwhile, 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.
Richelle, 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.
What 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.
Knowing 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!”
Hearing their father praise them, the little ones showed off with pride as they grinned at Richelle.
Tifanny’s face was full of happiness as she said, “Mommy, Uncle isn’t spoiling
Richelle stared at her daughter’s radiant face and was momentarily lost in thought.
What a nice, simple life filled with small joys; wouldn’t it be great if it could always be like this!
Roy finished washing the three kids’ faces and turned to see Richelle holding a Portuguese custard tart, staring at Tifanny in amazement.
Thinking she was choking on the tart, he hurriedly handed her a glass of water from the coffee table.
“Take a sip, don’t rush when you eat, like a child.”
Timothy looked at his mom with a mischievous grin, “Uncle, don’t insult children, we don’t eat as fast as Mommy…
Roy glanced at Richelle and rubbed Timothy’s head, “Mommy is just too busy at work and hungry, that’s why she eats so quickly.”
Richelle looked at him in surprise, so he could be so thoughtful and considerate?
Upon hearing Roy’s words, the children immediately put down their tarts, came over, and formed a circle to embrace her.
Richelle’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!”
Timmy, 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!
After taking care of his sister, Timmy brought another stool over and sat down beside Richelle’s feet.
“1’11 massage your legs…”
She gladly accepted the children’s care, relaxed her body and enjoyed their affection wholeheartedly.
“Thank you, my loves, mommy’s much more comfortable now!
And this wonderful feeling was mostly a psychological one.
Roy couldn’t help but capture the scene of a loving family moment with one big and three small people on his phone.
These days, he had enjoyed the children’s special VIP services frequently, he knew exactly how it felt.
Even though their little hands pinched and pounded his body, it felt like they reached the hardest part of his heart.
That hard, iron-like part was gradually softened by their little chubby hands, and warmth began to flow through his chest.
Roy’s gaze wandered between Richelle and the three children, his smile becoming tenderer, deeper, and more intense.
After they finished their tarts, it was time for class.
It just so happened that today’s schedule was for self-study.
The children unanimously decided to use the self-study session to read their own extracurricular books.
Richelle didn’t object and let them do as they pleased.
Roy brought his work with him, so once the children went to their rooms to play, he busied himself on his laptop on the sofa.
Richelle then also sat in the living room and started helping her mentor organize some papers.
Roy was someone who could multitask, and so was Richelle.
Even though they were both preoccupied with work, they could still spare some attention to chat occasionally.
“Is the Camrey’s house very big?”
Roy guessed that she must have some idea of Hugo’s background by now.
-Yes, very big. It’s like a bandit king’s den in the mountains.”
There was a hint of yearning in Richelle’s voice.
Roy’s fingers paused, searching his mind for properties that might fit the bill – with a mountain view, spacious, and comfortable.
As for his idea to build a mansion, it was unrealistic for now since it would take quite some time.
He was a bit impatient, wanting to lead her to a castle she longed for.
And then tell her that in this castle, she wouldn’t be a bandit king, but a queen who controlled everything!