Chapter 601: Chapter 597: Forcing Money into Timmy’s and Timothy’s Pockets

Roy Lewis, in the end, couldn’t help but worry, so he sat on Richelle Dunn’s bed with his iPad.

He dealt with his affairs while keeping an eye on Richelle.

Once Richelle finished her data work, she compressed it and sent it to her master.

“Done!”

Roy immediately tossed his iPad onto the bed. Checking that the email had been sent, he bent over and picked Richelle up.

“Let’s go back to sleep!”

Richelle, caught off guard by being picked up, quickly wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Hey, your leg…”

Roy seldom used a wheelchair now and had even started trying to walk without a cane.

But still, that was walking without any load.

Even if Richelle was rather thin, she weighed almost too pounds. For him to pick her up like this was a disaster for his not yet fully recovered leg. However, Roy was rarely stubborn, “I’m fine already. Haven’t I been walking just fine during the day?”

Richelle was both angry and anxious, her hand striking the back of his head.

“Roy Lewis, if you want to be a cripple for life, I won’t stop you, but don’t blame me for disliking and abandoning you.”

Roy hesitated for a moment, looking at her with half belief and half doubt.

“Is it that serious?”

Seeing that he had finally stopped moving, Richelle didn’t dare struggle afraid of increasing the burden on his leg.

“Yes, that serious! Hurry up and put me down; there’s still hope for both of us.” Master Lewis, who feared neither heaven nor earth, now showed a hint of hesitation and apprehension on his face.

Eventually, he bent down slightly and let Richelle down.

Richelle let out a long breath and punched him once, looking at him with a mocking side-eye.

“Master Lewis, where’s your brain?”

Roy coughed, “My brain was eaten by the sleep bug!”

Richelle finally discovered that in addition to being a smart and sharp Master Lewis, he was occasionally a lovable fool.

In the end, the two slept in Richelie’s bedroom.

Actually, although Richelie’s bedroom was a guest room and a bit smaller than Roy’s master bedroom,

it was still larger than the entire area of the small room Richelle had rented before.

Richelle had asked Roy a question about this issue once.

“My bedroom is also spacious and comfortable. Why are you so resistant to sleeping here?”

Ever since Roy got injured and returned home to recover, Richelle had basically been treating her bedroom as a study, sleeping exclusively in his bedroom.

“It’s just that you think it’s big, I think it’s quite small, even the bed is different. Anyway, I can’t sleep well.”

Roy came up with various picky reasons, but in fact, there was no main point.

The reason he was unwilling to rest in Richelle’s bedroom was essentially due to a man’ s sense of territory.

Richelle didn’t think much about it, assuming he genuinely couldn’t sleep well in her bedroom.

The next day, both of them woke up later than usual.

After Richelle finished washing up, it was Roy’s turn to go in and clean up.

After brushing his teeth, he told Richelle while shaving his beard.

I want to connect our bedrooms by opening a door. What do you think, babe?” Richelle was quite speechless.

She didn’t really understand his insistence.

“Roy Lewis, we’re right next door. What’s the difference between going out and coming back in, and opening a door?”

Roy tilted his head to the mirror, “Of course there’s a difference. Going out and coming back in always feels like going to someone else’s house. But opening a door in the middle would be like moving freely in our own home.”

Richelle wanted to keep a bit of her private space. When she closed this door and locked it, her room would become a completely separate world.

A completely private space that no one could disturb or invade.

However, if a door were opened in the wall between their bedrooms, her absolute private space would cease to exist

“Roy Lewis, I disagree.”

Richelle was very persistent.

In her opinion, opening a door between the two rooms was not a necessary choice. y

But she needed an absolute private space, which was a necessary choice.

Roy was somewhat surprised. Richelle didn’t resist making his bedroom her own.

He thought that if the door was opened, it would be more convenient for her to come and go for work, and that it would be nice to treat it as a connected study. “Why? Do you think it’s inconvenient? Or do you have other ideas?”

Roy always respected Richelle. Although he desperately wanted to do this the premise was to get her agreement.

Richelle didn’t beat around the bush and spoke directly.

“Roy Lewis, occasionally, I need an absolute, undisturbed private space. If you connect the two rooms, then I’ll have to rent a room outside.”

When Roy heard this, he realized that this was a plan where the loss would outweigh the gain and hurriedly replied to her.

“If you don’t like it, forget it. Let’s keep it in its original state.”

Richelle nodded.

Roy finished shaving his beard and came out to see her changing into a suit looking puzzled.

“You’re not staying home to rest today?”

Richelle shook her head, “No, I need to start preparing for some matters with Timothy. Yesterday, I saw the data from my master, and I feel that a new product will be launched soon. If Timmy can’t keep up, a lot of related work will be delayed.”

Roy had never heard of any similar information, “Wait, you mean to say that your master’s next new product won’t be produced in South Asia but will still be represented by Timothy?”

If that were true, wouldn’t it be like stuffing money directly into Timmy and Timothy’s pockets?