After a satisfying workout and a short nap, all the lingering sadness and gloom in Richelle Dunn's heart were swept away.
As for emotional wounds, Richelle had long realized an effective cure.
Revenge and repaying in kind might not necessarily heal the pain.
But love could.
In the past, she had the love of her children; now, she also had Roy Lewis's.
Richelle stretched contentedly, looking around and not seeing Roy's figure; she guessed he must have gone to the study to work.
After freshening up in her bedroom, Richelle went downstairs, refreshed.
Since their last unauthorized intrusion into the study had resulted in their father punishing them to stand, Timmy, Timothy, and Tifanny no longer dared to barge into the study or the bedroom.
As soon as they saw her come down, the children hurriedly gathered around her, looking up with worried little faces as they hugged her waist and asked.
"Mummy, are you okay?"
