Roy Lewis's body stiffened, and at that moment he felt like dying.
For fuck's sake!
Even the usually well-composed man couldn't help but swear inwardly, bending his body down to shield Richelle Dunn underneath him.
Then, lifting his head with a dark expression, he spoke coldly to Timmy, who had burst in with Timothy.
"Timmy Lewis, take your brother and go out!"
Fortunately, the living room area of his study was by the floor-to-ceiling window, probably a good thirty feet from the door, and the sofa was placed vertically, meaning that what could probably be seen from the entrance was just the top of his head above the armrest.
Still, even if his sons didn't see much, he felt incredibly frustrated!
This hard-to-come-by passionate moment and perfect atmosphere had finally arrived, and he thought he could finally address the feelings he'd suppressed for so many months.
But the moment was ruined by two little troublemakers!
