Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Roy Lewis woke up to the bright sunlight shining through the window, and the sky was clear and blue.

What a nice day!

Roy got out of bed, lifting the covers, and stretched lazily, feeling happy.

After washing up, he went downstairs and saw Richelie Dunn and his son kneeling on the carpet in front of the coffee table. Several sketches of people were spread out on the table.

He was puzzled. To his recollection, his son had never shown any interest in doodling before.

Glancing at the portraits, he was amazed. The paintings were skillful, and the expressions of each person were vivid and realistic.

Obviously, these sketches were Richelie’s work.

“Nice paintings!”

Today, Roy praised Richelie for the second time.

Richelie and Timmy looked up at him. Timmy showed him the pencil and paper in his hand, “Daddy, I’m learning to draw!”

Roy nodded and took the drawing paper his son handed to him.

On the paper was a simple sketch of a lion. Although the lines were crooked, the lion’s demeanor and temperament were vividly depicted.

“Timmy, you drew it very well!”

Roy always considered himself a coarse man, with nothing special about his skills in music, chess, calligraphy, or painting, except perhaps for his talent in chess.

But his son’s brush strokes and drawing style seemed full of spirit.

“Yes, Timmy has a natural talent. If he’s willing, you can find a professional teacher to teach him systematically,” said Richelle, confirming the thoughts of this layman.

He glanced at the other portraits, “Did Dr. Dunn draw these?”

Richelle nodded, “Yes, I made these. I hope they don’t make you laugh, Mr. Lewis.”

Roy picked up the portrait at the bottom, “Is this me?”

Richelle’s face turned red, and she hurriedly explained like a child caught doing something naughty, “Timmy… your son asked me to draw it!”

Roy raised an eyebrow, thinking her explanation seemed a bit like trying to cover up a mistake.

“Really?”

Richelle hurriedly looked to Timmy for help, but to her dismay, her usually taciturn son suddenly seemed to lose his nerve and lowered his head, ignoring the conversation between his father and mother. He simply scribbled with his half-length pencil on the paper.

Richelle felt awkward and reached out to grab the remaining drawings. She waved them at Roy.

“Of course, Timmy asked me to draw all of these!”

The portraits included not only Roy but also Timmy, Timothy, and Tiffany.

“Oh…”

Roy’s gaze lingered on the other paintings for a moment before returning to the portrait of himself.

“I’ll keep this painting!”

Not only was Richelle’s medical skill impressive, but her drawing skills were also amazing.

Even as a layman, he could see that his own portrait was exceptionally vivid.

The simple lines managed to capture his features, expressions, and even the essence of his personality.

When Richelle heard Roy say he would keep the painting, she instinctively tried to grab it back.

But Roy was prepared and hid the painting behind him, then walked over to the sofa.

“Timmy, do you like drawing?”

The young boy replied without looking up, “It’s okay. I can just have some fun with it.”

But his focused expression didn’t seem like he was just playing around, either.

“You can have Richelle teach you!”

Just a few days ago, Roy was worried that Richelle had ulterior motives and feared she would use his son’s affection to get close to him.

But now, he readily pushed his son toward Richelle without any reservations.

“Okay!”, Timmy agreed.

As a party involved, Richelle didn’t have a chance to express her opinion before the father and son pair made a decision for her.

“Wait… maybe we should wait until the Teacher Qualification Exam results come out?”

Although Richelle was willing to teach her eldest son to draw, Roy’s sudden change of attitude was too abrupt. It was said that strange things always had a reason behind them, so she decided to take a step back and see how things develop first.

Roy didn’t insist, “That works too!”

Seeing that he relented, Richelle reminded him again.

“Mr. Lewis, that painting was drawn at Timmy’s request.”

In other words, it should belong to the young master.

Roy then asked his son, “Timmy, will you give this painting to daddy?”

Richelle desperately gestured to her big son, but Timmy still ignored her, looked up at his father, and nodded, “Okay!”

Then he lowered his head and continued to doodle.

Feeling defeated, Richelle sighed quietly, thinking that Timmy was indeed closer to his father.

Roy’s mood grew even better as he looked at the sun-filled garden on the balcony and remembered that just days ago, his son seemed quite eager to play soccer.

“Timmy, the weather is so nice. Would you like to play soccer with Timothy and Tiffany?”

Timmy looked up with anticipation in his eyes. He glanced at his father and then at the outside but eventually shook his head.

“No, I’ll stay home and draw!”

Roy was puzzled. He could see that Timmy was delighted, but in the end, why did he refuse the invitation?

“Haven’t you been looking for someone to play soccer with?”

Richelle could understand her eldest son’s hesitation and refusal. Clearly, Timmy was afraid that his brother and sister’s true appearances would be revealed.

“Mr. Lewis, when does the Teacher Qualification Exam start?,” Richelle deliberately changed the subject.

Roy’s attention was successfully diverted.

He checked the time, “It should be soon.”

As they were talking, the doorbell rang from outside.

A few minutes later, Uncle Axel brought in two people, “Master Lewis, Mr. Bailes and Mr. Zadra are here.”

The two guests were the examiners for Richelle’s examination.

Roy stood up, made introductions for everyone, and then had Uncle Axel escort Richelle, Mr. Bailes, and Mr. Zadra to the side hall.

In the living room, only Roy and Timmy remained.

“Timmy, do you like Richelle?”

Roy had asked his son this question before, and the last time, Timmy said he didn’t like her.

At the time, Roy had believed Timmy’s answer without question.

Timmy cast a wary glance at his father, “Daddy, what do you mean?”

Timmy had been reminded several times by his younger siblings to be cautious not to reveal their mother’s identity in front of their father.

However, his defensive reaction made Roy misunderstand.

He touched Timmy’s head and reassured him once more.

“Don’t worry, daddy won’t find you a stepmother.”

Timmy secretly breathed a sigh of relief but also felt a bit disappointed.

He raised his eyelids and sneaked a few glances at his father before tentatively asking, “Daddy, don’t you like Richelle?”

Both were asking probing questions. The father asked, “Do you like?”

The son asked, “Don’t you like?”

When the father asked the question, he wanted to confirm whether Richelle truly had some magical power that could change his and his son’s opinion of her in such a short time.

When the son asked the question, he wanted to find out if there was any chance, even just a little bit, that his father might like his mother.

If that were the case, he and his younger brother and sister could have a complete family again!