Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Afterward, Roy Lewis held Richelle Dunn as they went to take a bath.

“Baby, you’ve lost so much weight!”

Roy said with a heartache, “You were fine the way you were before.”

Richelle leaned back in his arms, “What, are my bones hurting your hand?”

This was a tricky question, so of course Roy wouldn’t fall for it.

“How could that be? I love you no matter what. But from a medical perspective, it’s healthier to have some meat on your bones. You’re a doctor, so you should know better than me, right?”

Then he leaned down to kiss her lightly and coax her.

Richelle closed her eyes and said softly that her waist was sore.

His fingers pressed into the hollow of her waist with moderate force, “Here?”

Roy’s voice was deep and husky.

Richelle let out a comfortable sigh, “Mmm, your technique can be compared to a professional massage therapist.”

Roy then patiently simulated all the massage techniques that his former massage therapist used on him.

Richelle must have been too tired recently, or maybe she simply over-exerted herself earlier, so she quickly fell asleep in his arms again.

When Richelle woke up, it was already noon.

As she opened her eyes, she saw Roy standing in front of the mirror, adjusting his clothes.

His long, straight legs, coupled with his slender waist and broad shoulders, made Richelle’s hands itch to reach out and touch him.

Roy unexpectedly turned around and caught her in a lovesick gaze, smiling as he walked over, bent down, and propped his hand on her side, asking her with a faintly raspy and alluring voice.

“Do you like what you see?”

Richelle did like it, but with her aching waist and back, she knew too well the price she’d have to pay for admitting it.

“I don’t like it!”

She said insincerely, turning her head away from him.

Sometimes Roy could be quite naughty, grabbing her hand and placing it on his chest.

“If you like it, just say you like it. I won’t laugh at you. Besides, I believe I’ve said before that you can do whatever you want to me.”

Richelle said she didn’t like it, but since Roy was offering himself up, she thought, why not touch him while she could!

In the end, she got up and changed into her outdoor clothes, humming a happy tune, while Roy went back into the bathroom.

Probably to take a cold shower.

Richelle sat on the couch, eating some snacks that Roy had somehow found, and when he came out all dressed up again, she looked him up and down, teasing.

“Wow, Master Lewis is quite handsome!”

Amused and a little annoyed, Roy replied, “You’re such a little troublemaker!”

Richelle giggled, “It was Master Lewis who took the initiative to offer himself up, so why blame me?”

Roy shook his head and walked over to take the snack jar from her hand.

“Alright, let’s go. We can’t keep your master and seniors waiting.”

Richelle nodded and held her hand out to him.

Seeing her hand covered in jam, Roy chided jokingly, “Really, Dr. Dunn?”

But the corners of his mouth were smiling as he bent down to pull out a wet wipe and carefully clean her hand.

Narrowing her eyes with amusement, Richelle gently kicked him with her foot.

“You said you’d spoil me like a princess, and now you think this is too much?”

Roy quickly assured her, “Not too much!”

The two joked around for a while before finally leaving.

Roy and Richelle were picked up by the same military vehicle as the day before, arriving at a high-end hotel.

Richelle was surprised, “In this situation, there are still hotels operating normally?”

Roy shook his head, “To be precise, today we are the only guests.”

Richelle clicked her tongue, “What a wicked rich man!”

Roy smiled and pinched her face, “Yes, the wicked rich man is treating Dr. Dunn to a meal, would you like to join?”

Seeing that the driver didn’t come in with them, Richelle asked, “Is the driver not eating with us?”

“He’s going to pick up your master and seniors from the hospital.”

For a moment, Richelle worried, “What if there are more injured people when the masters and seniors arrive?”

Roy led her into a private room, holding her hand.

“Don’t worry, I’ve heard that the situation has stabilized, and both sides are preparing to sit down for talks. Haven’t you noticed that the sound of gunfire has basically stopped these past couple of days?”

Richelle thought about it carefully, “Now that you mention it, it seems like it.”

Having said that, she suddenly became excited.

“Doesn’t that mean that I can go back to Kindur soon?”

Roy was happy for her and himself too.

These days of being separated and unable to communicate were truly unbearable.

“If the negotiations go smoothly, that should be the case!”

Because of Roy’s confidential information, Richelle felt much more relaxed and her spirits seemed to be lifted.

When Sonia Seaton, several seniors, and Jack Quigley entered the private room and saw Richelle’s smiling face, they couldn’t help but take a few more glances.

After the introductions, everyone took their seats.

“Richelle, you look so refreshed and happy.”

Mr. Bailes pointed to Richelle and said to Roy.

“Mr. Lewis, our Richelle is the darling of the whole team, you’d better treat her well.”

Roy knew that these seniors had all provided guidance and support to Richelle in the past.

The words of Mr. Bailes, rather than being a jest, were more like an entrustment.

Roy got up and personally poured tea for Mr. Bailes.

“I will, please don’t worry, everyone..”