Chapter 327: Chapter 323: Roy Lewis, please…
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Richelle Dunn pursed her lips, getting on the plane.
She sat in the window seat, leaning her head against the backrest, staring at the seemingly endless lawn outside in a trance.
Roy Lewis was used to seeing her full of energy, always full of vitality and fighting spirit.
The Richelle Dunn in front of him, sullen and seemingly drained, made him feel both heartache and discomfort.
He leaned over, gently tucked a few strands of hair sticking to her face behind her ear, and pecked her cheek.
“Baby, everything will be alright!”
Roy Lewis knew that Jayden Dunn’s family owed Richelle heaps of blood debts.
And in her eyes, if she didn’t personally collect every single one of them, it seemed utterly meaningless.
Those hidden scars deep in her heart wouldn’t heal even for a moment.
So, even though he had a thousand ideas of crushing the Dunns into dust, he had to suppress them all.
Then, watch her, carrying the scars full of blood and pus, little by little, reclaim those blood debts from the Dunns.
Roy Lewis didn’t bother her too much and only hugged her with his long arm. Then, he went away for a while, and when he came back, he brought a cup of freshly squeezed juice for her.
Richelle Dunn remained in her original position, facing outward, her gaze inscrutable as she looked into the distance.
It seemed like she was watching something, thinking about something.
She was too young when her parents died.
Young enough not to realize that the so-called “death” meant eternal separation.
It meant that the two people who would play with her and laugh with her during the day, hold her in their warm embrace at night, and coax her to sleep with the gentlest of voices and love her the most, would never return.
Twenty-two years was perhaps just a blink of an eye with the ever-changing seasons for her long-dead parents, Zachary and his wife.
But for Richelle Dunn, those twenty-two years were way too long!
Ever since she learned from the gossip of the Dunn’s servants that her parents had been killed by her uncle and aunt, she had been silently enduring it all.
She tried to live as a person should, to turn herself into a sharp dagger.
When the time was ripe, she would plunge that dagger into the hearts of the Dunns.
Just as Jayden had once greedily and maliciously raised his blade against her beloved parents.
“Baby, drink the orange juice…”
The gentle, deep voice brought her back from her dark reverie.
The sweet, refreshing aroma of the orange juice and her slight smacking of her lips helped her swallow the taste of blood in her mouth. Then, with his hand, she gulped down the entire cup of orange juice.
“Sweetie, sleep for a while, when you wake up, we’ll be home…”
Roy Lewis’s tender voice gently penetrated her eardrums as his cool-lipped kiss touched her lips.
Richelle Dunn obediently nodded, slowly closing her eyes.
She thought she would be tormented for a long time.
But after drinking the orange juice, she fell asleep quickly.
From time to time, the sound of Roy Lewis’s gentle and deep voice reached her ears, as if he was softly whispering comforting words to her.
It seemed that he was simply talking about work-related matters that had nothing to do with her.
But no matter what he said, she felt an inexplicable sense of peace.
“Roy Lewis!”
Richelle did not know if she was dreaming, but calling out that name felt incredibly real.
“Baby, I’m here!”
The response was just as real.
“It’s good to have you!”
She sincerely expressed the words deep from her heart, and then, reassured, she fell into a deep sleep.
Roy Lewis’s deep eyes flickered with a few sparks of flame, and he leaned in, sending her a gentle kiss like the tenderness of water.
When Richelle Dunn woke up, she found herself lying on Roy Lewis’s bed and quickly sat up.
“Awake?”
Roy Lewis, who had pulled up a chair next to the bed, closed his laptop on his lap, rose and approached her, with his hand resting on the bed. He leaned in, his face very close, and looked at her intently with deep, dark eyes.
“Did you sleep well?”
Richelle Dunn blinked, her mind feeling like there were some gaps in her memory.
She shook her head, “Wasn’t I… on the return flight?”
All she could remember was drinking a cup of orange juice and sleeping.
“Yes, I put some sleeping pills in your orange juice, and you’ve been asleep until now…”
Richelle Dunn finally understood why she couldn’t recall anything after drinking the orange juice.
“Oh…”
Richelle Dunn replied, and her gaze wandered up and down Roy’s close face.
Roy Lewis’s expression was gentle, “Do you still feel unwell?”
Richelle Dunn shook her head, raised her hand, and circled his neck, deliberately kissing him.
After a passionate kiss that made them both breathless and accelerated their heartbeats, their posture had changed from sitting to lying down.
Richelle Dunn’s hand still hung around Roy Lewis’s neck.
Meanwhile, he propped himself up on his elbows, trying his best not to press his weight on her.
Richelle Dunn’s beautiful eyes were misty, her hand moved from his neck to his waist, pulling him down so that their chests were tightly pressed together.
Feeling his rapid, irregular heartbeat, Richelle Dunn chuckled.
She turned her face and her hot breath grazed his neck.
Her gasping voice was like a hook, murmuring a whispered chant in his ear.
“Roy Lewis, please….”
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