Richelle pleaded with Roy Lewis, and only then did he relax his furrowed eyebrows.
However, he insisted that Richelle finish all the soup the chef made and ate some snacks before he would let her put down her chopsticks.
As a result, Richelle felt too full and kept belching while lying in bed.
Roy could only get her some digestive tablets and gently massage her stomach after she lay down again.
Richelle didn't feel too bad while eating, but now she was really uncomfortable with the bloating.
"Roy, it's all your fault. I'm so uncomfortable..."
Richelle was quite tired and could hardly keep her eyes open as she complained.
Roy felt both pity and guilt, so he could only massage her while coaxing her.
"I'm sorry, baby. It's my fault. I shouldn't have forced you to finish that plate of snacks."
Richelle hummed and complained half-conscious, half-awake.
"How many times have I told you, I'm not a child... Losing a few pounds is fine... and I can gain it back quickly..."
