Richelle Dunn gave him a big hug.
"Thank you for your hard work!"
A meaningful smile appeared on Roy Lewis' face, "No, I feel very happy!"
Richelle Dunn let go of him and shot him a glare.
"Master Lewis, you're getting worse and worse."
Roy Lewis's hand stroked her face, "Didn't they say, women prefer bad men?"
Richelle snorted, leaned in and gently bit his clean-shaven chin.
"Right, I'm madly in love with you, you scoundrel!"
Roy Lewis's eyes were filled with amusement as he pinched her cheek, his burning gaze almost glued to her face.
"So, do we continue tonight, hmm?"
His voice was low and pleasant.
Now when he intentionally lowered his voice, it became even more provocative and alluring.
Richelle's face turned red without resistance.
Timothy saw something he didn't understand, so he came over to ask his dad, and saw his mom's face was flushed.
He quickly put his book down on the desk, worriedly took Richelle's hand.
"Mommy, why is your face so red? Are you sick?"
