Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Before long, Kennedy Green and his wife, Denise Munni arrived.

The big family happily threw a buffet party at home.

After the three kids were full, they ran to the center of the living room and said they wanted to perform a show for everyone.

Then, the phone played strong rhythmic music, and the three smart little rascals danced with joy, swinging their limbs to the beat.

Despite their best efforts to keep time with the music, none of the siblings seemed to be able to do so.

But they were still happy, dancing barefoot in the center of the carpet, occasionally doing attention-grabbing moves like somersaults.

The adults had long been laughing their heads off, clapping enthusiastically for the kids.

Timothy threw his hands up high and shouted, “Hey, let’s all get excited together!”

As he shouted, he went to Grandpa Clarkson’s side, took his hand and stepped onto the carpet.

“Grandpa Clarkson, just dance like you’re doing aerobics, we won’t judge you!”

Richelle Dunn chuckled nearby, wondering if Timothy realized his own dancing looked like a wiggling little pink ball!

Grandpa Clarkson had always loved his great-grandchildren, so when they danced around him, he couldn’t help but join in and have fun.

Timothy’s master plan to get everyone dancing, starting with Grandpa Clarkson, was a success.

One by one, the siblings pulled the six onlooking adults into the dance floor.

The adults, along with the kids, danced barefoot on the carpet.

Among the group, the most uncoordinated and rigid dancer surprisingly wasn’t Grandpa Clarkson, but Roy Lewis.

As for Richelle Dunn, she was the one who danced the best among them all.

She swayed and watched the zombie-like, stiff movements of Roy Lewis, laughing until her stomach hurt.

“Roy, can you hear your own bones creaking?”

Roy feigned dignity, “No, I think I’m doing pretty well, right?”

Richelle laughed and replied, “Yeah, even if the whole world thinks you’re bad, I’ll still think you’re good.”

Nathan squeezed over, “Roy, looks like the kids’ dancing gene skipped a generation, thanks to you.”

Roy aimed a kick at Nathan’s leg, “Get lost!”

Everyone had a great time that evening.

They took all sorts of family photos, including ones of them eating, toasting, and dancing together!

Starting from that day, Nathan Caroule and Denise Munni temporarily moved into Roy Lewis’s house, staying until he was well enough to return home after surgery.

Roy Lewis and Richelle Dunn arrived at the Military General Hospital after their children had fallen asleep, riding in the car arranged by Kennedy Green.

Roy was checked into the same VIP ward as before, and with the help of other medical staff, began to prepare for the surgery.

As for the equipment, it had been fully tested two to three hours earlier.

Richelle entrusted Roy to the dean and several senior doctors; then, she went into the operating room with her surgical team.

Although the equipment had been calibrated by experts and deemed trustworthy, Richelle still carefully double-checked every detail.

She knew that her attention to detail would increase the likelihood of a successful surgery for Roy.

After checking the equipment, she went back to the ward.

Roy had just completed some preoperative preparations as instructed by the medical staff; when he saw Richelle return, he pulled her over, massaging her wrist as he asked, “Tired?”

Richelle leaned in and kissed him on the lips.

“Not tired. I have this strange condition where I become really energetic when I get up on the operating table. So don’t worry, just get some rest, we’ve got a long day ahead tomorrow!”

Roy placed his hand on the back of Richelle’s head, capturing her lips in a deep kiss.

Afterward, he caught his breath and pressed his forehead to hers, gazing at her lovingly.

“When have I ever lost, huh?”

Early the next morning at seven o’clock, Richelle went to prepare in the operating room, leaving Kennedy Green and his wife, and Nathan Caroule in the ward with Roy.

At 7:30, the medical staff came to wheel Roy into the operating room.

Kennedy Green, his wife, and Nathan Caroule stepped out into the corridor outside the operating room.

Inside the operating room, as soon as Roy lay down on the operating table, he saw Richelle Dunn, wearing blue scrubs, a mask, and a cap, standing next to the table, smiling at him.

“Roy, we’ll administer anesthesia first.”

Roy nodded, “Alright!”

Richelle turned around to prepare.

Roy gestured to a medical staff member, who handed him what he wanted; when Richelle turned back, Roy, who was supposed to be lying in bed, had sat up.

“Roy, what are you…?”

The velvet ring box was placed in front of her; Roy’s deep black eyes were filled with affection as he gazed at her tenderly.

“Richelle, will you marry me?”