Richelle's smile was becoming harder to maintain, as she didn't know how to answer the question in front of Timothy and Tifanny's father.
Moreover, she thought her actions and responses had already shown him that she was, in fact, moved by him.
"Roy Lewis, are you drunk?"
Richelle leaned on the table and got up, her body leaning forward towards him.
Roy cooperatively held the cup right under her nose, shaking his head in denial.
"I value my life too much to drink alcohol."
Especially now, he valued his life even more than before.
Richelle slightly furrowed her brows, sat back down in the chair, and stared at him.
"But this kind of question doesn't seem like something you'd ask."
Roy raised his eyebrows and assumed a posture of all ears.
"Then what do you think I should ask to sound like myself?"
Richelle didn't know.
