Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Regarding the issue of liking someone, Richelle Dunn struggled with this thought for the whole night.

But in the end, even as she drifted off to sleep, she still couldn’t figure out the reason.

In the morning, she was awakened by the sound of vigorous pounding on the door.

It had to be said, the excitement of her children was truly terrifying when they got worked up—not to mention it was just an ordinary wake-up service, which seemed like it would lift the roof off.

Richelle rubbed her sleepy eyes and got out of bed, barefoot, to open the door.

“Mommy, good morning!”

As soon as the door opened, the three little ones pounced on her all at once.

These past two days, Richelle had already been frightened by the noise of the three little ones and subconsciously pressed her suddenly throbbing temples.

“What’s the matter, didn’t sleep well?”

An unexpected deep voice came from outside the door.

Raising her head abruptly, Richelle looked into Roy Lewis’s deep, dark eyes. Her heartbeat suddenly quickened, the “thump thump” of her racing heart pounding in her eardrums.

Then, under the smiling eyes of the children and Roy’s deep gaze, her face flushed brightly.

“Mommy, your face is so red… like a ripe big crab…”

Unfortunately, Tifanny, who was hugging her leg, reminded her with a smile. Richelle hesitated between giving up and closing the door to escape, but in the end, she chose the former.

“Haha, I didn’t sleep very well…”

Anyway, Roy had already seen her at her most disheveled, so she didn’t mind letting him see her just-out-of-bed look with her messy hair, swollen face, and perhaps even some crust still in the corner of her eyes.

But Roy just gave her a meaningful glance without mocking or teasing her. Instead, he bent down and reached out with his long hand to pull the three children off of Richelle.

“Be good, let Mommy wash up first!”

Because of the three children, Roy didn’t know when it started, but he stopped addressing Richelle by her name in front of Timmy and Timothy.

He’d only call her Dr. Dunn if it was only Timmy around, but if all three children were present, he’d directly use “Mommy” to refer to Richelle.

He didn’t know if Richelle had noticed, but it seemed like she didn’t mind the nickname.

As for his son’s unquestioning acceptance of this affectionate behavior, it was both unexpected and somehow expected.

Unexpectedly, his son was unwilling to call even his own mother that, but accepted every affectionate address and behavior towards Richelle.

On the other hand, it was expected because his son had been showing a motherly dependence on Richelle from the beginning, which meant she probably already held that position in his heart.

With a forced smile, Richelle watched as Roy transformed into a super dad—picking up Tifanny with one hand, and holding Timothy’s hand with the other, while naturally calling out to Timmy.

“Big brother, you should come out, too.”

Timmy grinned and ran out, waving back at her.

“Hurry up and wash up, Daddy says we’re going to a buffet later.”

Tifanny, who was being held by Roy, also cheerfully reminded Richelle, “Mommy, make yourself pretty like a little princess!”

Richelle couldn’t help but laugh, “Tifanny is the little princess, and Mommy is the queen.”

The queen who’s here to take care of you little troublemakers.

Timothy, now holding Roy’s hand, held up his chubby fingers and shook them, “NOiNO! Uncle is the emperor, so Mommy is the empress!”

Richelie’s face, which had just calmed down, flushed once more.

“Timothy, don’t talk nonsense!”

But Timothy had found a new support, and he tugged on Roy’s hand, looking up at him with an expectant face, “Uncle, aren’t you the emperor in our castle?”

Roy glanced at Richelle with a smile, his mood quite cheerful as he replied to Timothy, “Of course!”

Richelle Dunn glared at Roy Lewis fiercely, thinking, “Come on, have you no shame, Master Lewis!”

Then Timothy naturally concluded, “So, Mommy must be the queen, right? Or is it Mrs. Walker?”

So, the three children were still arguing about whether it was Mrs. Walker or their mommy who was the queen until they entered the dining room.

Richelle had been teased by her three children since early morning and had already lost the will to resist. She simply adopted a laissez-faire attitude and focused on eating and drinking.

As for Roy, he happily took on the role of a responsible dad, along with Mrs. Walker, taking care of their three mischievous yet adorable little troublemakers.

After breakfast, Richelle, as usual when at home, gave Roy his acupuncture treatment.

After the children’s constant chattering all morning, they finally quieted down, each holding a storybook on the carpet in front of Roy’s bed, huddling together to whisper, but their voices remained low. Richelle had warned them that making noise would distract her and might cause her to make mistakes in her work.

Though the children were noisy, they were also well-behaved in fear that their mommy’s mistake would hurt their daddy. At this point, even their conversations were in whispers.

Roy, lying on the bed, glanced at the children sitting by the bed with their books and discussed with Richelle.

“How about skipping the sleep acupuncture point today…?”

Richelle looked at him with amusement, “Where does the sleep acupuncture point come from?”

Roy didn’t argue, just said, “Such a wonderful time is wasted on sleep.”

Richelle tapped his head, “Relax and sleep. We’ll play for two days, right? We have plenty of time.”

Roy’s objection was futile, and as usual, he fell into a deep sleep.

In his sleep, there were comforting whispers and soft words.

When he woke up contentedly and opened his eyes, he saw Richelle sitting on the carpet with all three children wrapped in her arms, listening intently to the story she was quietly telling.

Richelle’s voice was low and gentle, like the soft touch of fur, gently caressing his eardrums.

Turns out, the whispers he heard in his sleep were Richelle’s storytelling voice.

Roy couldn’t recall such a scene in his memory.

His parents were both very accomplished individuals, and after his birth, he was mainly cared for by nannies.

Of course, his parents loved him.

But their love and Richelle’s meticulous, gentle love, like a warm spring day, felt entirely different to him.

Now, he somewhat understood why Timmy became more tender and cute.

With Richelle’s gentle love and pampering, wouldn’t a child’s temperament become softer?

“Awake now?”

Richelle’s soft inquiry pulled Roy’s wandering thoughts back to reality.

Meeting Richelle’s gentle eyes, he naturally smiled.

“Yeah, I’m awake. You guys have been here the whole time?”

As he spoke, he sat up and propped himself on the bed.

Richelle smiled and nodded, “They said they wanted to be with you. Did they bother you?”

“Not at all, on the contrary, I slept very well!”

Roy said, lifting the blanket and letting his long legs hang down to the floor.

Richelle looked up and her gaze was instantly drawn to his slender yet strong legs. Then, it slowly moved up to his slim but not frail waist, and finally to his slightly open collar, where she saw his sexy collarbone and Adam’s apple…

The more she looked, the more parched Richelle felt, and she couldn’t help but swallow her saliva.

She thought, is this man trying to seduce her?