Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Richelie Dunn, a novice in love, felt her mind suddenly go blank as if something exploded in her head.

Roy Lewis’s lips were cold, but she felt as if her entire body had been placed on fire, her blood seemingly boiling in an instant.

She gripped the clothes on his lower back with both hands, nervously. It was clear that, like her, he had no prior experience in relationships.

However, he seemed to possess a natural talent for it. Unlike their previous brief and gentle kisses, this time, it was as if he intended to conquer her He was not as gentle as before.

Richelie could even feel some pain, but the slight burning sensation did not repel her at all. Instead, it caused her heart to itch. Roy had impulsively kissed her, being overwhelmed by his emotions.

He had intended to stop as quickly as before, but her taste was just too sweet.

In the past, he had thought that those who claimed to miss someone to the extent of feeling separated for three seasons were just bluffing.

But now, he truly understood the anguish of those ancient poets who longed for their loved ones.??????????????????????????????????? °

From the moment he saw her face on the video, he had wanted to touch her and hold her for real.

Seeing her only on video was like drinking poison to quench his thirst.

When she said she had only eaten a piece of bread, his heart ached with pity, and his longing to see her became even more uncontrollable.

But with the convenience of food delivery these days, and with his influence having someone prepare and deliver food to her was a simple matter.

Yet, he chose the harder path, insisting on delivering the food personally.

All for the sake of seeing and holding her.

As for kissing her, it was simply an impulsive act when he saw her, not premeditated.

Her lack of resistance, even her seemingly welcoming response, allowed his long-suppressed passion to surge toward her, like a flood once the gates were opened.

Both of them tightly embraced in the corridor, passionately kissing, seemingly orgetting time, place and everything else. It was as if the world only consisted of the two of them.

Richelie had never experienced such a feeling before, like she was drowning and had been rescued, clinging on for dear life, unwilling to let go.

“Meow…”

A cat that belonged to someone in the building suddenly meowed softly and darted past the corridor.

The intimacy between the two was abruptly interrupted, and Roy noticed that Richelie was breathing rapidly. He quickly let go of her, his hand cupping her face and lips, chuckling softly with a hoarse voice.

“Dr. Dunn, don’t you know how to breathe through your nose when you kiss?” Richelle punched him in the back. “I learned medicine, not the art of kissing.” Roy chuckled again, catching her fist in his hand.

Hmm, I like Dr. Dunn even if she doesn’t know how to kiss.”

Richelle raised up her leg, threateningly tapping his kneecap with her knee caps.

“Do you also like the fact that I know a killer move?”

In the darkness, Richelle couldn’t see Roy Lewis’s expression.

But his large hand, like a child playing with a toy, held her fingers as he played with them.

As long as it’s you, I like everything.”

His husky voice, in the dark night, seemed like a thick, sticky and sweet glutinous rice wine. It had a faintly spicy, sweet, rich, tender and sticky taste which dallied the senses, making it impossible to resist.

Richelle leaned against him, listening to his heartbeat like a drum. Her hands, wrapped around his back, unconsciously tightened.

“Roy Lewis, I’m so tired…”

Richelle had been like a tightly wound toy lately, relentlessly marching forward like clockwork.

Roy hugged her tightly, bending down to press a light kiss on her hair.

Let’s go home, then, and I’ll have my friend bring the food over.”

Apparently, Roy misunderstood her meaning.

Richelle took a deep breath in his embrace, releasing him and placing her hand on his chest to create some distance between them.

“No, I have to go eat the private kitchen dishes on the spot. Having them delivered won’t taste as good.”

Roy Lewis chuckled again, raising his hand to gently scratch her nose.

“Didn’t you say you’re tired?”

Richelle Dunn wriggled out of his arms, already accustomed to the darkness, and hopped down a few steps.

“Food can also be a way to relieve fatigue…”

Roy Lewis’s lips curled upwards, following her downstairs.

Roy Lewis said it was nearby, and Richelle Dunn took his word for it. However, after driving for five or six minutes, they entered a spacious courtyard.

There were soft yellow lights in the courtyard, and various flowers and plants were placed in a well-arranged manner. A long corridor ran through the pavilions, and there were a few goldfish swimming in the spray pool.

“It’s almost one o’clock, is your friend still open for business?”

At first, Richelle Dunn thought Roy Lewis had used his privilege to have someone cook them a midnight snack. But as they walked, she saw several tables and chairs in different corners, with people sitting there eating and talking quietly.

“He only opens at ten at night, until morning.”

Due to his schedule, Roy Lewis was here for the first time.

He led Richelle Dunn through the long corridor and into the antique-style lobby.

“Master Lewis, welcome to our place.”

Almost as soon as they stepped through the door, a handsome man in his thirties greeted them.

When he saw Roy Lewis holding someone’s hand, he was first startled, then looked at Richelle Dunn, his surprise evident.

“Wow, Master Lewis, congratulations!”

Roy Lewis obviously knew what he was congratulating, but didn’t clarify, just introducing her to Richelle Dunn.

“Richelle, this is my classmate, Vinna Kirby.”

Richelle Dunn blinked, thinking she had heard wrong.

Then, Mr. Kirby glared at Roy Lewis, “Master Lewis, I told you to call me Vinna Kirby!”

Roy Lewis ignored him and pointed to Richelle Dunn.

“This is my doctor, Dr. Dunn.”

Mr. Kirby was obviously quite familiar with Roy Lewis, looking at him disdainfully.

“Really your doctor? Not some special kind of doctor for treating your emotional scars?”

At first, Richelle Dunn thought Nathan Caroule was the most unbelievable and unreliable person around Roy Lewis.

Now, she felt the need to apologize to Nathan.

Roy Lewis pointed to his head, “What nonsense are you thinking? She’s just a doctor treating my condition.”

Mr. Kirby half-believed, but in front of Richelle Dunn, he didn’t feel it was appropriate to say anything more.

Leading them inside, Mr. Kirby grumbled to Richelle Dunn about Roy Lewis’ faults, “Dr. Dunn, did you know? When I first opened this restaurant, I asked him as an old classmate to help boost my business. But after several years, he’s only coming for the first time.”

Richelle Dunn knew that Roy Lewis was very disciplined, and rarely went out for socializing at night due to his illness.

“It shows that Mr. Kirby runs such a great business that he doesn’t need an old classmate’s support to thrive.”

Mr. Kirby happily pointed at Richelle Dunn, “Master Lewis, Dr. Dunn’s words sound much more like a decent person.”

Roy Lewis willingly let him ramble, a slight smile on his face, as he led Richelle Dunn into the private room with him.

Clearly, he and Mr. Kirby had an extraordinary relationship.

Mr. Kirby was also quite casual with Roy Lewis, and after inviting them to sit down, he personally went to make tea for them.

As he poured tea for Richelle Dunn, he earnestly said to her.

“Dr.. Dunn, please take good care of our bachelor, Master Lewis!”