Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

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Mrs. Walker served the tea with a smile, “Mr. Lewis, have some tea first, dinner

will be ready soon.”

Now, Roy Lewis didn’t need to announce his intention to stay for dinner. As long as Timmy was around, he would basically stick around for dinner.

Mrs. Walker was well aware of this and would prepare a dish or two suitable for

Roy’s taste when she cooked for Richelle and her three kids.

Being treated like a male host at Mrs. Walker’s place was somewhat comforting for Roy’s heart.

He had just taken a few sips of tea and was appreciating Tifanny’s freshly drawn picture when he heard the sound of a key opening the door.

Tifanny, who was sitting beside him, explaining the meaning of the painting with her chubby little fingers, looked up and smiled at him when she heard the key.

“Uncle, Mommy’s home!”

Her beautiful eyes were clearly teasing him.

Roy smiled helplessly and pinched her little chubby face.

“Baby, don’t learn these irrelevant things from your siblings!

Tifanny giggled and rubbed against him before running away.

Richelle entered and saw Roy, but she wasn’t surprised. She just nodded in greeting and pointed to Tifanny, who had run into the bedroom like a gust of wind.

“What’S up with Tifanny?”

Roy ignored her and slightly turned his head to look behind her.

“Where’s Hugo Camrey?”

Richelle looked at him strangely, “He’s gone, this is not his home!

Her words inexplicably pleased Roy.

Apparently, Hugo didn’t have the same treatment as him, where he could come

over and stay for dinner anytime.

Roy felt smug but forgot that his decision to stay for dinner initially met strong opposition from Richelle.

However, he insisted on staying by using strong tactics, and Richelle, concerned about saving face in front of the children and wanting Timmy and Tifanny to spend more time with their father, slowly acquiesced.

“Did you know Hugo for a long time?”

After the elevator incident, Roy thought that his relationship with Richelle had advanced a bit.

So, he felt justified in asking about matters expressing concern between friends.

Although Richelle now considered him a friend, she felt that Roy’s questioning sounded less like a friendly inquiry and more like an overly strict parental control over her friendships, even interfering in her decisions.

“A long time ago…”

Richelle answered perfunctorily. If Roy were really her parent, she would be the rebellious and unrepentant thorn in his side.

“How did you meet?”

See? This totally sounded like a parent interrogating their child.

“Online…”

With the kids around, Richelle didn’t want a big fight and didn’t think this was

a big deal to hide.

She knew that the more you hide something, the more curious others become.

The more open you are, the sooner their interest fades.

Roy frowned, “Online friend?”

Richelle nodded, “Yes, we were online friends for a long time before we met here in Kindur. Actually, I’ve known him in person for less time than you.”

Roy felt pleased again.

His tone unconsciously lost its initial sense of inquiry and pressure.

“Aren’t you afraid of being deceived when making friends online?

Roy always believed that seeing isn’t always believing, let alone making friends online, where even the identity of the other person could be concealed.

Richelle smiled, “What’s so bad about that? People interact with each other just like a market economy. Different people have different values, and if you set your expectations low, the chances of being deceived will be close to zero, right?”

Richelle was never naive, and she didn’t have high expectations for people or things she didn’t know well.

Lower expectations and less hurt.

“How much of a price do you put on Hugo?”

Roy knew all along that Richelle was not only intelligent but also emotionally intelligent.

Though she often seemed brash and bossy, she had her own set of survival rules and could always find the most comfortable state between established rules and her own personality.

Now hearing her theory on friendship, he realized just how much he had worried about her involvement with Hugo.

“Roy Lewis!”

Richelle frowned in protest because this question was going too far!

Roy looked into her slightly annoyed eyes, but had no intention of backing down because he knew that she should know, and the reminders he should give her were still necessary.

“Richelle, you might not like what I have to say, but I have to say it.” She really didn’t like it because his interference felt like a violation of their relationship.

Ever since the elevator incident, Roy had been constantly overstepping his boundaries.

She knew it and tried to resist, but couldn’t bring herself to outright reject him. Like the night he advised her to see a therapist, she was upset with him for meddling but ended up with a lingering sense of guilt.

Ultimately, the more evil she encountered, the harder it was for her to hate or reject those who genuinely cared for her.

Now, knowing he had crossed the line, she still suppressed her impatience and listened to him.

“I may be a few years older than you and have met more people, but I know that Hugo’s background may not be exactly what you think it is.” Roy knew that speaking about Hugo behind his back like this was not gentlemanly.

But he only cared about Richelie’s well-being. Being a gentleman or not didn’t matter to him at all.

Richelle was somewhat surprised. In her mind, Roy was a polite and well-mannered gentleman.

But his words were clearly inconsistent with his image.

Logically, she should have been repulsed, but she felt inexplicably touched.

She knew that if a person gives you a warning, even at the risk of tarnishing their reputation, it meant they must have held you in high regard.

“Thank you for the warning, but I think his secrets are not malicious!”

This time, it was Roy who was caught off guard.

He was prepared to be questioned and disliked by Richelle.

But her eyes were full of grateful and genuine smiles, without any hint of pretense.

This made his underlying doubts and hostility towards Hugo seem childish and petty.

But what could he do?

For the first time in the thirty years that he had lived with this mind, he found himself uncontrollably attacking, slandering, and antagonizing someone without reason, as if his mind itself had become sentient.

“Since you understand, I won’t say any more. In any case, it’s always good to be cautious about people and things.

The statement didn’t seem targeted at anyone in particular.

But he believed that Richelle, being intelligent, would understand the implication!

[Hahaha, Master Lewis, you are too cunning!]