Roy Lewis' mood was rarely influenced or swayed by others.
Except for close family members like Timmy or his uncle, who he cared deeply about.
But in these two days, he had been an exception time and again.
Yesterday, he felt uneasy about Richelle Dunn's distant attitude towards her two children.
Today, he was frustrated and irritated by Richelle Dunn's defensive posture.
So much so that his usually reserved emotions were actually sensed by his son.
He didn't know whether he was being too obvious or if his son was really in tune with him.
"Daddy, are you unhappy?"
As the pair bent down to change their shoes in the hallway, the son, who had always been indifferent to him, tugged at his clothes and looked up at him with concern.
"No!"
Roy Lewis hadn't figured out where his discontent was coming from, so naturally, he couldn't share these inexplicable emotions with his four-year-old son.
The little gentleman looked at him again, "Oh...then Daddy, go to bed early, good night!"
