SWNOVELS Chapter 13
Chapter 13
Chapter 13 – Chapter 10: Cute Baby ×3
After Mr. Lewis was pulled in by Timothy and Tiffany, the two little ones opened their arms and hugged him at the same time.
“Hello, big brother!”
Mr. Lewis’s resentment towards Richelle Dunn in these two days had dissipated a lot under the embrace of his little brother and sister.
But, he remained reserved and even though he was very happy inside, he lightly patted their backs with his little hands and said, “Hello to you too…”
Tiffany didn’t mind his coldness, let go of the hug, and took him by the hand, walked around the end of the bed and headed towards the balcony.
“Big brother, my brother and I made a gift for you!”
While inspecting the room that had a cartoon children’s bunk bed, Mr. Lewis followed his sister’s footsteps to the balcony.
The balcony was sealed with floor-to-ceiling glass, a bookshelf was placed against the wall, which was filled with books and some models. The floor was covered with a carpet, Timothy and Tiffany’s fairy tale books and toys were scattered all over.
Mr. Lewis’s gaze immediately fell upon the small box on the little bookshelf.
Tiffany’s little hand had already picked up the small box, holding it with both hands as if offering a treasure, and handed it in front of Mr. Lewis, her milky voice said.
“Big brother, do you like it?”
Mr. Lewis glanced at the edges of the box, which he had picked apart, took it, and opened it.contemporary romance
Inside the box, were three chubby dolls made of clay, holding hands in a circle.
Among the three chubby dolls, one was a little girl with two pigtail braids, while the other two were boys, one with straight hair and mushroom head, and the other with curly hair reaching the tips of his ears.
The three dolls were plump, and they laughed happily looking at each other, grinning wide showing their white teeth.
“Look, this is big brother, this is Timothy, and this is Tiffany.”
The little girl pointed at the chubby dolls and introduced them one by one.
Mr. Lewis lowered his eyes and ran his fingertips back and forth across each doll’s chubby face.
After a while, he asked in a muffled voice, “What about…Mommy?” In front of Richelle, he never called her “Mommy”. Now, in front of his siblings, he finally struggled to call out this warm and loving name.
His question stumped Tiffany.
She blinked her big eyes and looked toward Timothy, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, for help.
Timothy patted the spot next to him, “Big brother, sit down!”
Mr. Lewis hesitated for a moment, holding the chubby doll in his arms and sat cross-legged on the carpet just like Timothy.
Tiffany hurriedly sat down too, and the three siblings formed a circle.
Timothy took out a box of clay from the lowest drawer of the bookshelf and placed it in front of Mr. Lewis, “Big brother, shall we knead it together?”
Since Mr. Lewis started to learn to walk, he had been learning a lot of skills including several languages, martial arts, and more, but he had never learned or known how to knead clay.
Therefore, when it came to kneading arms, he felt lost and helpless with the small lump of clay in his hand.
“I…I don’t know how to knead…”
If it were in front of other children, he, Mr. Lewis, would never say such a thing that showed his ignorance and incompetence.
But being with his siblings, it seemed as if making a mistake wouldn’t be too embarrassing, right?
As expected, when he said he didn’t know how to do it, Tiffany stretched out her chubby hand to grab a piece of clay from the box, leaned her little head over, and said, “Big brother, I’ll teach you!”
Her chubby hand, though meaty, was very nimble. In no time, she managed to create a little flower.
Mr. Lewis leaned his head closer, watching his sister demonstrate with utmost seriousness while Timothy didn’t sit idle. As the most skilled one, he was responsible for kneading the facial part and occasionally joined in between his brother and sister to offer some guidance.
The three little rascals in the bedroom were huddled together, enjoying their playtime.
In the living room, Richelle Dunn asked about her eldest son’s preferences, carried the ingredients that Roy Lewis had brought from home, and said, “Mr. Lewis, please make yourself at home!”, before heading into the kitchen to cook the dishes that her children liked.
Roy Lewis sat on the sofa, holding his iPad to read documents.
From the kitchen, there were occasional sounds of pots and pans clashing, and soon, tantalizing aromas wafted out from the kitchen.
Since childhood, Roy Lewis had been living in a spacious villa, and the Lewis family held high standards for their living quality. Every living space was clearly divided according to its function.
Both the kitchen and the dining room were far from the living room and completely separated, making it impossible to imagine someone cooking from a simple sound and aroma, as it had never happened before.
Roy Lewis’s eyes were clearly fixed on the screen, but what appeared in the screen was not the rigid and boring plan document. Instead, it was Richelle Dunn, with her sexy curls tied into a bun, wearing a fun apron over her loose sportswear, accentuating her slender waist.
She stood at the cooking station, skillfully handling the spatula as she stir-fried the ingredients, steam and sizzling sounds coming from the pan, with fragrant aromas wafting in the air…
For the first time in his thirty years of life, Roy Lewis truly felt the so-called “human world’s atmosphere.”
What should have been a tedious and greasy scene became a warm and pleasant picture in Roy Lewis’s mind, thanks to Richelle Dunn.
The phone rang abruptly, interrupting his colorful imagination of the person on the other side of the wall and the delicious food. Picking up the call directly, his tone couldn’t help but show a bit of impatience.
“Hello!”
“Roy, my mom and I are returning to Lordon tomorrow, so I would like to have dinner with you and Timmy tonight.”
Hearing Kiara’s voice, Roy Lewis became inexplicably irritated, and since she must have contributed to his son’s unusual behavior these days, he grew even more upset.
“No time!”, He didn’t even bother making up a reason for Kiara.
“Roy, we haven’t sat down and talked for a while now…”
“There’s not much to talk about between us anyway, so that’s it, hanging up now!”
Roy Lewis ended the call unceremoniously, and inadvertently looked up, meeting Richelle Dunn’s eyes.
Richelle Dunn didn’t know who he was talking to, but from his tone and expression, she assumed that it must have been someone “with dirty thoughts about him.”
As someone who had also been categorized in this way by him, Richelle sighed quietly, withdrew her gaze, and carried the clam pasta to the dining room.
Before turning twenty, Richelle Dunn could barely cook a pot of instant noodles without checking the instructions. However, after becoming a mother, she quickly learned to cook by following food bloggers’ videos, raising her children Timothy and Tiffany to be healthy and chubby.
Even her fastidious mentor would come over every now and then, under the pretext of visiting Timothy and Tiffany, just to mooch off her cooking.
Coming out of the dining room, Richelle frowned at Roy Lewis, who seemed rooted to the sofa.
“Mr. Lewis, you look pretty busy, huh?”
She thought he had already left.
Because Roy Lewis appeared to be the type of rich young master with high living standards, and her place was so worn-out that it would be a disgrace for him to stay.
Roy Lewis pretended not to understand her hint to leave, “Today is Saturday.”
She thought, Saturday, my ass! What does that have to do with me!?
With a forced smile on her face, Richelle continued, “You see, Mr. Lewis, my place is small and cramped, and you can hardly stretch your legs out. It’s almost time for lunch, and there are many high-end restaurants around here. You can go have a meal and come back to pick up Timmy… I mean, Mr. Little Lewis.”
What she really meant was, “My place is too small to accommodate your great presence.”
But Roy Lewis leisurely took a sip of tea, as if he were the true master of the house.
After taking a sip, he looked up, replying to her with a serious expression.
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