After Richelle hung up the phone, she saw Roy, who usually went to the study to deal with matters after breakfast, holding Timothy and accompanying him to read a foreign language book.
Richelle thought Timothy wanted to cling to Roy since Timmy would usually read coolly by himself on the sofa.
"Timmy, do you want Auntie to read with you?"
Before Timothy could respond, Roy spoke up.
"No need, busy yourself with your own matters!" His tone was indifferent, but Richelle seemed to detect a hint of resentment.
Richelle was puzzled. What was he trying to say?
She looked carefully at Roy, who tilted his face. His handsome, resolute appearance rarely showed such tenderness. He was explaining the contents of the book to Timothy softly, his foreign language pronunciation smooth and accurate. His deep and pleasant voice left Richelle momentarily lost in thought.
"Daddy, you're great at speaking foreign languages!"
Timothy looked up at Roy with an admiring expression.
