Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

During breakfast, Timmy mentioned to Roy Lewis how he felt when he watched the live news a couple of days ago.

Timothy chimed in, “Yes, Daddy is a super hero!”

Roy Lewis patted their heads, “In the future, our Timmy and Timothy will be just as dashing.”

Roy Lewis was unaware that before, the children admired him, but only thought of him as an impressive businessman who made a lot of money.

But now, the two brothers and their little princess, Tifanny, think of him as a hero.

Tifanny puffed out her chest and said confidently.

“Daddy, our classmates are so envious of us!”

Then Roy Lewis tousled her hair, “Next time they say they envy you, you tell them that everyone’s parents are remarkable. Like the sanitation workers who clean the streets every day, they are also very cool, right?”

As Roy Lewis ate breakfast, he casually engaged the three children in conversation, educating them about ordinary people’s lives.

Although Richelle Dunn had raised Timothy and Tifanny with a sense of commonality from a young age.

But given that the two children were far more intelligent and broadly exposed than others, what they encountered in their early years was not much of a common thing.

And it was only recently, after visiting many grassroots areas as an acting president, that Roy Lewis keenly sensed the hardships of ordinary people.

A perspective he had never previously possessed.

So he made a secret resolution. After he unburdens the current high-stress job, he will take the children to the truly stricken areas, letting them experience the lives of the vast majority of people.

Also to make them land on flat ground, to reassess the world from an ordinary person’s perspective.

The three little ones had no idea about their patriarch’s plans. After having breakfast, were lifted into the car by Roy Lewis one by one and went off to school cheerfully.

Just as the children’s vehicle drove away, the car that had come to pick up Roy Lewis drove in.

Roy Lewis told the driver to wait a moment. He went back to his bedroom, left a note for Richelle Dunn, and then kissed her handsomely sleeping lips.

Richelle Dunn stirred faintly. Afraid of waking her, Roy Lewis quickly sat up, reluctantly looked at her for a while, and then turned to leave.

It was nine o’clock when Richelle Dunn was awakened by the alarm clock. She got up and saw a note under her phone on the bedside table.

“Baby, sorry, I may be home late tonight. You can go to bed early if you’re tired. You don’t have to wait up for me. Love you!”

Richelle Dunn last night, indeed, had fallen asleep unknowingly with a grievance.

In her daze, it seemed she dreamed of Roy Lewis coming home.

So she grumbled to him in the dream, as if threatening to divorce him.

And then, he cooed her gently, occasionally introspecting himself.

Richelle Dunn thought it had all been a dream. But now, she was sure, that everything that happened last night wasn’t a dream.

Because when she got out of bed, her legs were so soft she slipped onto the carpet.

Damn!

Richelle Dunn couldn’t help but curse.

This man, wasn’t he supposed to be tirelessly working round the clock for several days?

He had even had a fever the day before. How could he recover so quickly?

This is unscientific!

As his personal doctor, Richelle Dunn felt that he had defied the normal physiological rules.

But she didn’t know that for Roy Lewis, she was like his portable charger.

Even if he was exhausted, as long as he could see her and hold her, he would quickly regain his strength.

Richelle Dunn got out of bed, eating breakfast and browsing the work-related messages she had received that morning.

Mr. Chapman: “Dr. Dunn, the patient woke up this morning. All vital signs are good. The patient’s family asked me to convey their deepest gratitude to you.”

Nathan: “Dr. Dunn, we investigated Mr. Bailes and several other directors close to him. There’s nothing suspicious for now. Maybe they’re just greedy and malicious, wanting to profit hugely from Roy’s exit!”

Master: “Mr. Green is doing well today. I’ll take care of things today. You should rest well.”

Denise Munni: “Richelle, Harris Dunn has proposed to the board to split the industrial sector. It seems he wants to do this in two steps.”

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Richelle Dunn read through nearly ten messages, replied to all, and finished her breakfast.

Originally, she planned to go to the military hospital to give Kennedy Green acupuncture after breakfast, and then return to the hospital to check on the postoperative condition of the patient from yesterday’s surgery.

However, all of these tasks were now unnecessary, and she could truly have a relaxing day.

At home, apart from Uncle Axel and the housekeepers, no one else, even the old gentleman had left early in the morning to go fishing with his old friends.

In this huge house, unusually, she found herself alone, aimless, unrestricted, and idle for the day.

First, she made a cup of fruit tea, snuggled in the rocking chair on the bedroom terrace, half-closed her eyes, feeling the warm sunlight caress her face, listening to the bird songs, smelling the fragrance of flowers, and thoroughly enjoying it all.

After half an hour of lounging on the rocking chair, she suddenly felt itchy hands.

So she got up, ran into the painting room located in one corner of the study, spread a piece of drawing paper on the easel, and picked up the paintbrush that she hadn’t used in quite a few days.