Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Richelie Dunn hung up the phone with her master, unable to calm her emotions for a long time.

To be honest, Richelle didn’t really understand Roy Lewis.

Previously, she had agreed to give each other a chance and let him wait for her.

Purely because her heart was moved.

But in recent days, she had witnessed some sides of Roy Lewis that had turned her understanding of him upside down.

That day when he threw her the check, although it was somewhat similar to the first time they met, she could vaguely feel the suppressed anger beneath his cold appearance.

She really didn’t expect him to be so angry just because of a bit of flirting from others.

She thought his heart was like an ancient well, with few things able to stir up waves in it.

But in these two days, he had shown her a side that she didn’t know about.

No matter how cold she was, this man seemed to always patiently coax her with a good temper.

Moreover, he could swallow his pride, apologizing when he should apologize, and standing still, waiting for her to scold him when he should be scolded.

A perfect gentleman.

However, Richelle knew that Roy Lewis, in the eyes of others, was a man who was decisive in killing. Thus, he was respectfully called “Master Lewis” by many business tycoons and family leaders in East Asia within just a few short years.

But such a man, who could say one thing and not the other in front of others, could put down all his pride and pretensions in front of her. He was seriously and meticulously doing things she had always wanted to but haven’t been able to do.

At this moment, Richelle began to understand why Roy Lewis was so angry that day.

It was precisely because he was too deeply in love. After thinking he had been betrayed by her, he was so heartbroken and angry.

However, even though he was so angry, he didn’t use the same tactics on her as he did on his enemies or those who had offended him.

Instead, he just insultingly threw her a check.

He didn’t even think about laying a finger on her!

Richelle thought about this and silently sighed.

She and he, really, were a pair of fools!

After Richelle did the dishes, everyone sat in the living room, chatting while drinking tea and digesting their food. When it was almost one o’clock, Kendrick Yacoub got up to leave, and Nathan Caroule also said he wanted to go back to the hotel to clean up and get ready for tomorrow’s flight back to Kindur.

Richelle urged the three children to take a nap. Roy Lewis followed her into the children’s bedroom, saying he wanted to take a look.

Over the past couple of days, Tifanny seemed to cling to Roy Lewis like a little charm. This time, she asked him to hold her while she pointed at the drawings on the wall and told him.

“Daddy, this is the drawing I made when I was three, it won first prize!”

Roy Lewis kissed her cheek and praised her as a “smart girl!”

Tifanny was very happy, chattering nonstop.

Richelle was in the bathroom supervising her two sons, who had eaten and run to the yard to kick the ball, taking showers. When she came out, the bedroom was surprisingly quiet.

After the boys went to bed, she went to the other side of the screen and saw Roy Lewis holding Tifanny by the bed, his head bowed, staring at his daughter sleeping sweetly in his arms without blinking.

She walked over quietly and whispered to Roy Lewis, “When she’s asleep, put her on the bed. Holding her for too long will make your hand numb.”

Roy Lewis raised his head and smiled at her, “It’s okay, I promised her. I’ll hold her for a while.”

Richelle silently shook her head.

It seemed that not only did their family have two sister slaves, but they also had a daughter slave.

Poor little Tifanny, she was probably going to be spoiled to the heavens in the future!

Knowing that she couldn’t push Roy Lewis, who was so absorbed in his love for his daughter, she pointed to the thin quilt on the bed and instructed him.

“Later, you just need to cover her with a thin quilt. She gets hot easily and will sweat with a thick quilt.”

Roy Lewis nodded, “Is she used to sleeping on her back or on her side?”

“She likes to sleep on her stomach, but you don’t need to worry about it. Just let her sleep on her back, she’ll turn over on her own.”

“I’ll schedule the acupuncture in half an hour.”

After giving her orders, she turned and left.

Half an hour later, there was a knock on Richelie’s bedroom door. She went to open it and saw Roy Lewis standing outside. The tall and erect man seemed to block her doorway.

Richelle had lived here for several years, and this was the first time an adult male had stood at her bedroom door.

The feeling was a bit strange. Richelle looked at Roy Lewis with a mix of inexplicable scrutiny and deep thought.

Roy Lewis looked at her seriously, “Did you sleep?”

Richelle was pulled back by his gentle voice, shaking her head and stepping out of the room, closing the door behind her.

As they walked side by side, “Didn’t I just tell you? The guest room is on the left side of the kids’ bedroom.”

Roy Lewis hummed his agreement, “I know, I thought you were asleep.”

Richelle responded with an “Oh,” and asked, “Did Timmy and Timothy fall asleep?”

“Yes, they were tired from playing and are sleeping soundly.”

Richelle was momentarily dazed, as these conversations often took place in that small room in Kindur.

Unexpectedly, the conversations at different locations were still very similar.

It seemed that both of them had become accustomed to this way of interacting, appearing bland, but in fact, small happiness permeated throughout their encounters.

The two entered the bedroom, and Roy Lewis lay down on the bed.

As Richelle prepared, she said to Roy Lewis, “By the way, Timmy and Timothy have always wanted to watch soccer games. I don’t know much about this. If you have time one day, please take them to watch a couple of games.”

In sports, Richelle was good at small ball games but not at team sports with bigger balls; she had never even played them and didn’t understand the rules.

“Okay, I’ll ask them tonight which games they want to watch.”

Among men, there are always certain things that can completely eliminate the generational gap.

Just as it is between women.

“How have you been feeling these past few days?”

This was the first time in the past few days that Richelle had actively asked about his condition.

Roy Lewis didn’t want her to feel guilty, so he downplayed his condition as much as possible.

“Not bad, just back to the stage where I need to take medicine to sleep and take painkillers to work in the morning, but the dosage is much less than before.”

Richelle turned to face him with the silver needles in hand. Her expression didn’t change as she hummed in response, “It seems that you still need the medicinal liquor. I’ll prepare it for you tonight, and you can take it back to the hotel. Take it before bed like before.”

Roy Lewis looked into her eyes, “I’ll do as you say, I’ll cooperate.”

Richelle glared at him, “You’re very obedient now. Back when you scolded me, why didn’t you think about how I asked you to be less angry and annoyed?”

As far as sensing Richelle’s emotions were concerned, Roy Lewis had always been very sensitive.

He naturally detected the subtle changes in her mood.

So, he tried to reach out and grab her wrist.

As a result, she didn’t dodge. She just let him hold her, and after a few seconds, furrowed her brows and asked him.

“Roy Lewis, are we doing the acupuncture or not?”