Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Chapter 300 - 300: 296: Sorry, Next Time, I’ll Control Myself More!

At first, when Richelle found out that Roy was the man from that night, she was afraid that living with such a domineering and unreasonable man for years might have rubbed off on Timmy’s personality.

But later, her interactions with Timmy showed her that, aside from slight quirkiness, other aspects such as his values and his way of interacting with people were normal.

This indirectly indicated that Roy might have neglected some aspects of his son’s daily care in the past few years, but his guidance on education was actually quite good.

Such an outstanding and top-quality man – what a great catch!

With that thought, Richelle happily hummed a slightly off-tune tune as she finished her washing and headed back to the living room.

Even the soreness and aching in her body seemed to have lessened because of this small, secret delight.

Roy looked refreshed, most likely having gone upstairs to freshen up, and now there were several pieces of toast and a jar of beef sauce added to the tea table with the beer and snacks that Richelle had prepared last night.

Seeing Richelle coming out, he approached her, looking at her with concern up and down.

“Are you okay?”

Probably, her awkward posture when she went in made him notice something.

Richelle smiled at him, “Not bad, just, you, cough, were pretty… intense!”

Roy was taken aback for a moment but responded quickly, reaching out to help her.

“I’m sorry, I’ll restrain myself next time!”

Roy said it with a straight face, full of worry and self-blame.

Richelle gently pushed away his hand jokingly, “No need to apologize! I just didn’t get used to it right away…” She winked at him, “Besides, I understand, it’s like an old house catching fire!”

Roy couldn’t help but laugh and cry, as he gently supported her waist with his long fingers and sighed helplessly.

“It feels like my image is completely ruined!”

As a medical professional, Richelle was more straightforward about the opposite sex and sexuality than ordinary people.

She patted Roy’s shoulder, “Don’t worry, your image is still very beautiful in my eyes.”, with Roy’s help she sat down on the sofa, “If you were sluggish and unresponsive, I would be doubting my own charm!”

Roy had no similar experience with other women, so her thoughts and responses were definitely beyond his understanding.

He looked at her incredulously, “Babe, do you really think that way?”

Richelle met his gaze with frankness, “Yes, to like, or to love someone, isn’t it about wanting to possess and own them? Last night, we just completed that process of possession and ownership. It has nothing to do with image, but it’s about the depth of love and ability!”

After hearing Richelle’s unique insights, Roy secretly let out a sigh of relief.

In fact, he wasn’t really worried about his image collapsing, as he had always been quite confident in his charm.

He was just afraid that he might not have controlled himself well, causing her some psychological trauma or something like that.

After all, that night several years ago was a mishap for both of them.

He was hoping that last night’s experience would bring her nothing but pleasant memories, thus overshadowing and replacing any unpleasantness from that night years ago.

The conversation between the two about the night before was interrupted by Richelle’s stomach growling again.

Richelle reached for the beer, but Roy stopped her, “You eat some bread to fill your stomach before drinking beer.”

Then, he grabbed a slice of bread, applied a generous amount of beef sauce, and handed it to her mouth.

Richelle didn’t take it but instead ate a bite from his hand, then muttered in satisfaction, “Delicious!”

Roy didn’t rush her, let her eat a few bites of bread, then poured her some tea and handed it to her mouth.

Richelle took a sip and looked at him in surprise, “Did you make different tea?” She had prepared calming tea for Roy yesterday; the tea she was tasting now was clearly the sour and sweet taste of lemon tea.

Roy didn’t take credit for it, “It’s not my doing; the chef made it.”

Richelle hummed in agreement, taking another big sip, “It’s so good!”

Seeing her enjoyment, Roy wondered if he could learn how to make this tea since the process looked simple enough in the kitchen. Then he could personally make it for her in the future.

After enjoying her husband’s attentive feeding, Richelle finally got to drink the beer she wanted to drink last night.

Roy finished feeding her and then made himself a slice of bread to eat slowly.

Richelle sat cross-legged on the sofa, tilted her head back, and gulped down several mouthfuls of beer. She burped loudly and let out a roar in the midst of the alcohol smell.

“So refreshing!”

Roy looked at her with a smile in his eyes, his head slightly tilted.

How could she be so adorable?

With that thought, he naturally leaned in closer to her and kissed her beer-stained, shining lips.

After the kiss, he even licked his lips with the tip of his tongue and laughed.

“It is delicious!”

Richelle didn’t play coy, kissed him back, and then extended her finger to lift his chin playfully, laughing.

“Don’t worry, when Dr. Dunn cures you, you can drink too!”

[Haha, Dr.. Dunn, so domineering!!