Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Richelle Dunn’s mind went blank for a moment!

It took her a while to recover.

By the time she realized that Roy Lewis was referring to Kiara Dunn as “Timmy’s mom” and not her.

She didn’t know whether to feel relieved or sad.

Anyway, even if the words applied to her, they wouldn’t be wrong.

Although she had her own compelling reasons back then, the damage had already been done to Timmy. So, saying that she was a terrible woman wasn’t wrong either.

Lowering her gaze, her trembling fingertips gently stroked Timmy’s tender little face.

“He’s never said…”

Richelie’s palms and back of her hands were covered with sweat, instinctively not wanting to continue the topic.

To her, the topic of Timmy’s mother was undoubtedly a painful torment, like being whipped on a cross.

Even though she was also a victim, she had no right to stop Roy Lewis or Timmy from discussing this topic.

Fortunately, Roy Lewis didn’t seem to have any intention of pursuing the topic further.

Because just now, he was actually influenced by the warm atmosphere Richelle created while coaxing Timmy to sleep, without thinking, the words just slipped out of his mouth.

As soon as he said it, he felt it was inexplicable, and then a little embarrassing.

Whether Timmy’s mom was terrible or not was a very private matter. Standing in Richelie’s position, she had no obligation to be the “garbage can” for his emotional venting.

However, Roy Lewis was still a bit disappointed, “Really?”

He thought, given how much Timmy trusted Richelle, such complaints would be on his lips all the time.

Roy Lewis stared at Richelle, watching her gently stroke their son’s face with lowered eyes. The dim yellow light cast a shadow on her face, half of it hidden.

Even though he couldn’t see it clearly, he felt her sadness and pain very vividly.

She was genuinely good and caring towards Timmy.

But suddenly, he felt quite meaningless in comparing himself with her.

It was only now that he realized the reason for his inexplicable words was probably because Richelle treated Timmy so kindly and gently. In comparison, he felt some sense of regret.

It was like thinking, “How great would it be if she were Timmy’s mom!”

But these thoughts, he could only keep to himself.

After all, she was just his doctor. If he spoke those words out loud, what would she think of him?

It wasn’t until then that Roy Lewis realized, when it came to matters concerning Timmy, not only Timmy was dependent on Richelle, so was he.

When Timmy was unhappy, he would go to Richelle.

When Timmy refused to learn, he would go to Richelle.

Even with something as small as Timmy not eating well, he would still turn to Richelle.

Unconsciously, on matters concerning Timmy, Richelle alone had replaced child experts, teachers, and nannies in helping him bear the brunt of most child-rearing troubles.

And Richelle did not complain about this at all, even seeming to enjoy it.

But was it right for him, as Timmy’s father, to push the responsibility onto a salaried outsider?

Was it appropriate for him to take advantage of Richelie’s kindness and love to indulge his own laziness and negligence?

No, it wasn’t!

And it was quite unscrupulous!

For Richelle, it was emotional blackmail!

The young master sleeping on the bed was unaware of the silent tug-of-war between his parents at the bedside.

Perhaps he was dreaming about eating something delicious, smacked his lips a few times, turned over, and continued to sleep soundly.

Roy Lewis and Richelle lowered their eyes to look at him, then looked up at each other. They silently stood up straight and quietly left the bedroom.

Roy Lewis silently accompanied Richelle downstairs. When she bent down to pick up her luggage, he finally spoke up to keep her.

“It’s late. Why don’t you stay here tonight?”

If it were any day before today, Richelle would have readily agreed.

But today, there seemed to have been too many awkward things happening between her and Roy Lewis, so it’s better to avoid suspicion.

“I still have a paper to write, and all my materials are at home.”

This sounded like an excuse. In this day and age, whose information isn’t in electronic format?

But Roy Lewis was a smart man. He didn’t say anything more, but instead asked Uncle Axel to arrange for a driver to take Richelle Dunn home.

The next morning, as usual, Richelle arrived at Roy’s house at seven in the morning, gave him acupuncture, and then went to the playroom to give little Timothy his class on acupuncture.

Roy woke up and was drinking tea in the living room when he suddenly heard his son upstairs yelling about something. Soon enough, the boy came running down angrily, followed by Richelle, who was also in a hurry.

Roy looked up, “Timmy, what’s wrong?”

Timmy ran to his side and pointed angrily at Richelle.

“Daddy, didn’t you say she’s done her jobs earlier? And that there are no surgeries at the hospital, right?”

“Yeah? What’s wrong?”, Roy looked at Richelle with a puzzled expression.

Richelle didn’t know how to explain it to him, so she had to mention the reason.

“Mr. Lewis, 1 need to go out and take care of some things. I won’t be able to accompany Timmy today.”

Roy immediately understood that his son had assumed that since Richelle had completed her tasks early and Timothy and Tifanny were not in Kindur, Richelle could accompany him all day.

“Timmy, Dr. Dunn is just a doctor and teacher, not your nanny. She has other work and things to do and can’t be with you all day.”

Roy tried to reason with his son.

He had already reflected on how he and his son were too dependent on Richelle. Now it seems that his son’s dependence on Richelle is much deeper than he had thought.

However, Timmy glared at him, full of resentment, and snorted.

“Daddy, you don’t know anything!”

She’s not a doctor, not a teacher, and not a nanny, she’s my mommy!

Seeing her eldest son’s demeanor, Richelle was frightened that he was about to reveal the truth. Her heart raced as she hurriedly interrupted, “Timmy!”

The little one glared at her, bit his lip, and turned his face away stubbornly. Meanwhile, Richelle looked at the boy with a complex expression and remained silent.

Roy looked at his son and then at Richelle. He suddenly felt that there was some kind of secret between the two as if they were enveloped in the same magnetic field, and he, as a father, seemed to be excluded.

Roy furrowed his brows, and his inquisitive gaze circled around the two of them.

He couldn’t tell if it was an illusion, but it seemed that his son had a terrifying possessiveness toward Richelle?

“Timmy, tell me, what does Daddy not know?”

He reached out and held the sulking child on his lap.

Roy was worried. Did his son transfer his unfulfilled desire for maternal love from Kiara to Richelle?

At this point, Richelle felt even more panicked, sensing a bad premonition.

“Timmy…”

Roy’s eyes narrowed sharply, “Dr. Dunn, let him speak!”

Timmy raised his face, giving Richelle a resentful look. He bit his lip and hung his head low. After a long while, he finally muttered.

“She promised to spend the whole day with me yesterday. Daddy, can adults just go back on their word?”

Hearing her elder son’s answer, Richelle secretly let out a sigh of relief.

Roy looked at her half-doubtful, half-believing, asking her with his gaze, “Is that it?”

Richelle nodded, then crouched down, touched her eldest son’s head, and apologized softly.

“I’m sorry, Timmy. It’s my fault. I promised you but went back on my word at the last moment. Can you let me make it up to you after 1 finish my work?”

Once Roy understood the situation, his expression softened.

An idea suddenly struck him, reminding him of the Tyrannosaurus World that the kids had been mentioning for days.

“When Timothy and Tifanny come back, we’ll take you all to Tyrannosaurus World, alright?”

Timmy lifted his head, his eyes filling with excitement. He pointed at Roy and then at Richelle.

“Really? All of us together?”

Roy looked at Richelle for her opinion. After hesitating for a moment, she finally nodded her head.

“Really! All of us together!”

[That was a close call!]