Mrs. Walker served the tea with a smile, "Mr. Lewis, have some tea first, dinner will be ready soon."
Now, Roy Lewis didn't need to announce his intention to stay for dinner. As long as Timmy was around, he would basically stick around for dinner.
Mrs. Walker was well aware of this and would prepare a dish or two suitable for Roy's taste when she cooked for Richelle and her three kids.
Being treated like a male host at Mrs. Walker's place was somewhat comforting for Roy's heart.
He had just taken a few sips of tea and was appreciating Tifanny's freshly drawn picture when he heard the sound of a key opening the door.
Tifanny, who was sitting beside him, explaining the meaning of the painting with her chubby little fingers, looked up and smiled at him when she heard the key.
"Uncle, Mommy's home!"
Her beautiful eyes were clearly teasing him.
Roy smiled helplessly and pinched her little chubby face.
"Baby, don't learn these irrelevant things from your siblings!"
