Chapter 126 - Chapter 126: Chapter 122: His Kiss, Very Light and Gentle

Chapter 126: Chapter 122: His Kiss, Very Light and Gentle

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After seeing the results, Roy Lewis’s hanging heart finally settled down.

As for Richelie Dunn’s fright and her overreaction in the elevator, he also took the opportunity when Richelie was undergoing an examination to consult with a psychologist, distracting Mr. Chapman in the process.

The psychologist’s suggestion was to find a time to have a detailed talk with Richelle Dunn herself.

Roy Lewis was not foolish, and he vaguely understood that Richelle must have experienced something to have such a violent reaction in that specific environment.

Physical injuries are easy to heal, but emotional injuries are not so easily cured.

This matter required careful thought and a long-term plan.

“How is it? It’s okay now, right? Can we go home?”

Richelle saw Roy’s furrowed brow finally relax, and she also breathed a sigh of relief.

Although she didn’t know Roy very well, she could always grasp the turning points in his emotions.

Roy Lewis nodded, “Yes, let’s go home.”

Mr. Chapman personally escorted the couple to the elevator hall. After Richelle got on the elevator, he suddenly remembered something.

“Dr. Dunn, the hospital has been quiet recently, so you might as well take a few more days off.”

Without suspicion, Richelle nodded and said, “Thank you for your consideration.”

However, Roy glanced at her and waited until they reached the ground floor and walked side by side out of the elevator before asking.

“Lately, what have you been busy with?”

It seemed that letting his son inquire was inferior to asking her directly himself.

However, he had clearly underestimated his position in Richelle’s heart.

Richelle looked up and smiled at him, “1 haven’t been busy with anything, just like Mr. Chapman said, the hospital has been really peaceful lately. I haven’t taken many breaks for a long time, so 1 simply talked to him about taking a leave of absence to regain my energy and spend more time with my children. As for my salary, I’ll calculate it based on my actual working days.”

Richelle always regarded Roy Lewis as her boss.

So she also specially mentioned the issue of her salary.

Of course, Roy didn’t believe what she said.

He stared at her with deep eyes, trying to find some clues from her face.

But Richelle’s expression was calm and natural, with no sign of panic or confusion.

Feeling slightly disappointed, Roy wondered what other methods he could use to inquire about her affairs.

Was he really going to do like Nathan Caroule suggested, and investigate her?

“Mr. Lewis, I’m fine now. I can drive.”

Richelle’s words interrupted his thoughts.

Ignoring Richelle’s outstretched hand, he directly opened the rear door, pushed her in by her shoulder, and said:

“I’ll drive, you rest a bit more.”

Although Richelle felt she had fully recovered, it was never up to her to make decisions, but him.

So, without arguing or resisting, she obediently sat down in the back seat.

When Roy started the car, she suddenly remembered the purpose of their trip. “So, are we still going to buy books?”

It was already past three when they left the house, and it was now past six after the accident. If they went to buy books now, they’d probably not be home until around eight or nine.

“We’ll go tomorrow!”

Moreover, they would have to find a different place tomorrow.

Roy didn’t know if Richelle had developed a psychological shadow towards that bookstore, but he certainly had. He was scared!

With Roy Lewis making the final decision, Richelle Dunn remained silent, not realizing for a moment that she would have to spend half a day alone with him again tomorrow.

As the car drove away from the hospital, the atmosphere in the car suddenly became quiet.

With Mr. Chapman around earlier, Richelle hadn’t felt anything amiss.

Now, in the cramped space where only she and Roy Lewis were alone, a sense of embarrassment arose spontaneously.

Reason told her not to think about what had happened in the elevator, but her mind was beyond her control. The electrifying feeling when Roy Lewis kissed her was slowly rekindling in her heart.

Her gaze seemed uncontrollable as it fell on Roy Lewis’s side profile.

From this angle, his nose looked even more handsome and straight, and those thin lips seemed even more irresistibly sexy.

Before, she had only known him as a man with incredibly handsome features and a righteous look, but now, she also knew the electrifying sensation when his nose rubbed against the tip of hers and his gentle and soft caress of her lips, which was entirely contradicting to his firm and decisive character.

“Honk! Honk!”

The sudden sound of a horn brought Richelle Dunn back to reality from her fantasies.

To stop herself from daydreaming any further, Richelle decided to close her eyes and rest, so she wouldn’t go off the rails.

But as soon as she closed her eyes, she heard Roy Lewis ask her.

“Timothy and Tifanny’s hobbies and interests seem to be very different?”

Richelle looked at his side face, glowing with the light of sunset, and realized that this man might not be as slow as she thought.

Obviously, he had noticed something wrong and brought up the children to lighten the atmosphere.

“Yes, although they get along well as siblings, their interests and preferences are very different.”

Roy Lewis found it strange that before this, he had never been curious about any child except his own son.

However, when it came to Timothy and Tifanny, Timmy would often talk about them in every detail, and he had found it interesting and never got bored of listening.

“Do these two children ever fight?”

Richelle thought about it seriously, and it seemed that they hadn’t even quarreled, let alone fought.

“No, Timothy is very caring towards his sister, and Tifanny admires her brother a lot. They haven’t even had a heated face-off.”

With their faces flashing through his mind, Roy Lewis sighed with genuine admiration.

“Educating children is a profound subject. It is because of your guidance that their relationship is so harmonious.”

Richelle did not know whether Roy Lewis was merely being polite or genuinely concerned about Timothy and Tifanny.

In her heart, she hoped that Roy Lewis would care more about the children in his daily life, as a response to the siblings’ longing and expectations for their father.

However, she also knew that her desire was selfish and excessive.

For Roy Lewis, Timothy and Tifanny were just two unrelated children.

So, whenever Roy Lewis asked about them, she would be forthcoming with information, as long as it had nothing to do with their origins.

“It could also be due to them being twins. So, among them, there’s an understanding that even 1 cannot intrude upon.”

The same understanding existed between Timmy and the siblings.

Telepathy, which often sounded very mystical, hardly existed among ordinary people, but it frequently occurred among identical twins.

Only a few days ago, Richelle learned that during the time when Timothy had a high fever and delusional ranting half a year ago, Timmy – his brother – had sensed it too.

“There is something mystical about it. But sadly, Timmy doesn’t even have any siblings, let alone a twin.”

Richelle looked closely at him, confirming that his lament had no ulterior motives.

“It doesn’t necessarily have to be a twin. If they have similar personalities and a close relationship, they may generate a similar telepathic connection.”

Roy Lewis glanced at her through the rearview mirror, “You mean, between Timmy and Timothy?”

Richelle would never admit it, “No, 1 am just analyzing the phenomenon from a scientific perspective.”

Roy Lewis, however, gave it a thought and nodded.

“Right. If you look at Timmy and Timothy, their preferences seem to be quite similar, except for their different personalities.”

“Oh, really?” Richelle didn’t comment on this, “I didn’t pay much attention to it.”

But, in fact, she agreed with Roy Lewis’s statement.

She had been teaching the children for some time now, and Timmy’s train of thought was much more in sync with Timothy’s than Tifanny’s.

At times like this, Richelle couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if the three children hadn’t been separated.. Would Timmy and Timothy have grown up to become almost identical in personality?