Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Roy Lewis lowered his head and gently kissed her lips, Richelle Dunn raised her hand and touched his forehead, which was still wrapped in gauze.

“Does it hurt?”

For fear of worrying the children, Roy had asked Richelle to help him cover his forehead with his hair while on the plane.

His hair was thick and abundant, making it hard to tell if you didn’t look closely.

Roy tenderly and cautiously sucked on her lips, “No pain!”

He didn’t dare tell Richelle that since he heard about Timmy’s accident, his head had felt like it was being hammered continuously.

When she went to prepare first aid medicine, he took twice his usual dose of painkillers.

Richelle sighed, her eyes filled with tender affection and heartache.

“Fool, I’m your doctor. Don’t you think I know your condition?”

“Tell me, how much medication did you take?”

Having been caught, Roy had no choice but to confess to her.

“Twice the dose… But it’s fine, you said this medicine is very safe!”

Roy, fearing she would worry and blame herself, hurriedly reassured her.

Richelle turned around, her arms wrapped around his waist, and buried her head in his chest.

“Roy Lewis, I’m so glad you’re here…”

Richelle had always thought herself capable of anything, but when she heard about Timmy’s accident, the deep-seated sense of helplessness and uncertainty almost crushed her.

And Roy had managed to support her just as she was on the verge of breaking down.

When they first boarded the plane, she was shaking with worry, and he held her and said,

“Baby, don’t be afraid, our Timmy has great fortune and will be alright!”

Halfway through the flight, she was sweating profusely with cold sweat, and he still held her, saying,

“Baby, don’t be afraid, Timothy and Tifanny are Timmy’s little lucky stars, and as long as they are here, Timmy will be fine!”

As the plane was about to land, she was so nervous she had bitten her lips till they bled, and he still held her, saying,

“Baby, don’t worry, our family of five, united in heart, will help Timmy through this!”

Richelle didn’t know if Roy was truly that confident and firm at the time.

But she knew that because of his words, she became confident and firm herself.

“Roy…”

“Hm?”

Richelle lifted her head from his chest, “Once you and Timmy are alright, let’s go to the countryside and take a family portrait!”

Richelle wasn’t someone who put much importance on ceremonies, and Roy wasn’t particularly fond of taking photos either.

As a result, the photo Roy still displayed on his office desk was the one they took of their family of five wearing tiger masks on his birthday.

When Richelle suddenly brought it up, Roy understood her intentions.

“Sure, I’ll make an appointment with the best photographer in Kindur tomorrow. From now on, we’ll take a family photo every season, okay?” Richelle nodded, “Yes, we’ll take pictures at the beach, on the mountain top, in the fields, and on the prairies…”

At that moment, Richelle suddenly remembered those time in the low and dark tiled room she had been trapped in, where each day seemed long and dark.

Often, she would move the only small stool in the room to the tiny window, and stroke her gradually swelling belly as she looked up at the narrow sky outside the window.

“Baby, one day, mommy will take you to the beach to swim and collect seashells, to the mountains to pick wildflowers, to the fields to watch the wheat waves, and to the prairies to ride horses…”

Back then, it was these beautiful fantasies that kept her going day by day until the end.

Roy didn’t know about this, but he didn’t really need to know, because he already planned to take their family of four to all the beautiful places they desired.

“Yes, anything you desire, I’ll take you there.”

Before, Roy never knew what use his hard-earned vast fortune, which would take several lifetimes to spend, was for.

Now, however, he finally realized that his efforts in his first thirty years, perhaps, were all to provide his wife and children with all the happiness and satisfaction that money could buy.

“Mommy… Daddy…”

The feeble call pulled the couple back from their boundless fantasies.

They both let go of each other, bending down to look at Timmy on the hospital bed.

Timmy had opened his eyes slightly, and although his gaze was somewhat scattered, the terrifying red spots on his face had faded significantly.

“Baby, do you have any discomfort now?”

Having just calmed down her emotions, Richelle’s heart ached once again at the sight of her eldest son’s weak appearance.

Timmy weakly shook his head and finally focused his gaze, regaining some vitality.

“I’m fine…”

Richelle held back her tears, turned her face away, blinked desperately, then turned back and touched Timmy’s face, softly coaxing him.

“You’re fine, that’s good. Daddy, mommy, and your brother and sister are all here. Rest for a while.”

Timmy’s eyes moved around, “Brother… sister…”

As his mother, Richelle knew what he was thinking and held his head as he turned to look.

“Look, your brother and sister are sleeping soundly.”

Timmy stared unblinkingly at Timothy and Tifanny sleeping on the adjacent bed. After a while, he turned to Richelle, his voice trembling slightly and asked, “Did I really scare my brother and sister?”