The Amazing World Of Gumball Richard นิยาย & เรื่องราว

How comes he was surrounded by such rumours. Amanda felt puzzled. She typed in Richard Howell and a lot of articles popped up. "Richard Howell the most richest and sought after bachelor in the City." "Richard Howell is rumoured to be gay." "Richard Howell is like a demon who has come to punish the world, no one dares to mess with him." More and more articles popped up and Amanda was astonished as she read them. In her past life, Richard was ruthless but he never cared about those who used his name to advance. That is the reason why he was surrounded by so many scandals.

Gus laughed when Emily tickled him and then like he had just seen him, he looked at Richard and his eyes opened so quickly, his eyebrows shot up and his face redden in matter of seconds. I should probably say that Gus has the BIGGEST crush on Richard, he knows all of his songs and always liked to brag to his little friends about how his family knew him. Emily put him down knowing how much he loved Richard but also knowing very well how shy Gus really was. As soon as he was on the ground, he brushed his hair out of his forehead since he liked having his hair tidy to the side, and walked back to his dad's side looking at no one while he did so, I smiled when he hid behind his father's leg.

There was no panic in his expression; instead, a terrifying, predatory spark of intellectual excitement flared within his gaze. "Fascinating," Caleb whispered, standing up from the bench with a slow, deliberate grace. He walked around the instrument until he was standing inches away from me, his presence immediately wrapping around my senses like a velvet shroud. "So, Richard truly did crawl to the northern syndicate. He’s more pathetic than I calculated. He traded his remaining pride to become a puppet for the Russian mafia just to catch a glimpse of you."

Richard said, taking out his phone and showing his mum the pictures Gabby sent him in a lingerie. "Where did you get these? I mean,who edited these? They look so real!" "You think I'd spend my money on this? No way, mum. Gabby sent these to me herself. She wanted so desperately to keep me for herself and she slipped up." Richard said with a chuckle. "That's great and all but what next?" "Really mom? You still have no idea what I'm planning? I'll blackmail her to come back to me." "And if she refuses?"

After Richard left the rehabilitation center, it was still a big question whether he wouldn’t go back to his old habit. Rosalind was aware her husband said nothing. So she smiled and said, “Gabe, do you like our dinner?” “For sure, baby,” he replied shortly. “Can you pour the wine for Richard, please?” she asked, noticing Gabriel let her brother’s glass empty. “Sure.” Gabriel stood and poured the wine from the bottle to Richard’s glass. “I hope you like it.” Richard took a glance at the label on the bottle and then whistled. “For sure! It’s an expensive wine. I’ll savor it to the last drop.”

Girls gotta eat. Richard chuckled before he leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "I love you so much, my growling monster. Don't worry, we will get you something to eat." He said he was tapping my belly. He hailed one of the waiters there to come over, but as soon as they saw him, they turned back.

I thought I was going to be expelled. Richard was halfway through chewing when I got to the part about the fake ritual. He covered his mouth with his hand, shoulders shaking, and then gave up completely. He laughed so hard he had to set his fork down and lean back in the chair, chest heaving, breath catching in uneven bursts. I couldn’t stop smiling. It wasn't just a chuckle, or even a regular laugh. It was the kind that made his whole body surrender to it, the kind that made me feel like I'd just given him something no one else had in a long, long time.

He looks as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. The bowl of chips and salsa in the center is tempting, though I’m so anxious I don’t know if I can eat. But Richard wouldn’t take no for an answer, so here I am. “Worrying on an empty stomach isn’t good for you,” he says, pulling me out of my daze. I move to grab one chip, dipping it in the salsa and biting off a tiny corner. “Happy?” I ask, my tone defeated. Richard’s eyebrows furrow as he sighs. “Amelia, I’m not⁠—”

I questioned. Richard paused for a moment, contemplating his response. 'You know that Roger is my grandfather.' 'Is he really your grandfather?' I asked. Richard sighed and looked at me with a mix of sadness and frustration. 'He is Grandma Ruth's brother,' he admitted. 'And the only person that I can trust is not because he is my only family, but because he was the person who saved me when the whole world was trying to kill me.' Richard's words hung heavy in the air, revealing a deeper connection between him and Roger. As I absorbed this information, I couldn't help but wonder about the circumstances that led to such a desperate situation.

Hot tears were flowing down her little face and nose. As I struggled to hand over Gabby to an impatient Richard, he grabbed her out of my arms with such force that it made my heart skip a beat. I was horrified to see Gabby’s delicate head jerk to the left, and I immediately protested, “She’s only three months old. You can’t hold a baby like that!” Richard, who was usually a handsome man who could make any woman swoon, looked like a completely different person. His face was twisted in anger, and he bared his teeth like a wild animal. I was terrified.