Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

“Brother and sister!”

Timmy suddenly turned around, spread his arms, and quickly pushed Timothy and Tifanny back into Richelle’s room.

“Don’t come out yet, I have something to talk to Daddy about!” Timothy and Tifanny were pushed back by him, and although they wanted to ask something, they immediately backed into their bedroom and closed the door with a “bang” when they heard the word “daddy”.

Seeing the crisis temporarily resolved, Timmy secretly breathed a sigh of relief before turning back and trotting up to Roy Lewis.

“Daddy, how come you’re here so early?”

His eyes darted around, carefully gauging Roy Lewis’s expression.

Roy Lewis hadn’t actually seen anything but was startled by his son’s shout.

He patted the boy’s head, “This panicking will wake Dr. Dunn up.”

Timmy giggled, “She’s sleeping so sweetly, like a pig.”

Although these words were mocking his mother, Roy Lewis couldn’t help but feel that it was disrespectful to Richelie Dunn.

“Baby, we can’t talk about Dr. Dunn like that.” Timmy rolled his eyes, “Daddy, you really have no sense of humor!”

Roy Lewis pinched his face, “It’s not that Daddy doesn’t have a sense of humor, it’s that jokes should have limits. If Timothy and Tifanny say that about Dr. Dunn, it’s fine, but you can’t.”

Timmy actually understood his meaning, but he and Timothy and Tifanny were the same in this aspect – if his siblings could say something, so could he.

“Oh, you just don’t get it, never mind, I’m gonna go give my brother and sister some fun stuff.”

Timmy hadn’t forgotten that his siblings were still waiting for him to rescue them in his mother’s room.

But Roy Lewis didn’t let him get away with it so easily, “Didn’t you have something to chat with me about?”

Timmy scratched his head, pretending to be dumb.

“Huh? To chat about? I forgot…”

Roy Lewis couldn’t do anything about him and let him go into Timothy and Tifanny’s room. After a while, Timmy came out with his backpack on, looking mysterious like a little turtle, and entered Richelie Dunn’s bedroom.

A few minutes later, the three children sneaked out.

Roy Lewis was actually quite busy, but he worried that Timmy might not be able to take good care of Timothy and Tifanny and that Richelle Dunn wouldn’t be able to sleep at ease. So, he brought his work over, thinking he could help watch the children.

As a result, he quickly discovered that Timmy was doing an excellent job as a big brother.

Timothy and Tifanny also listened to him, and the three children sat in the living room to study and rest, making it quite worry-free for Roy.

Feeling more reassured, Roy sat on the sofa and started working on his laptop. Richelle Dunn slept deeply, and when she woke up, it was already completely dark outside. She got out of bed, fumbled with her hair a few times in the dark, and yawned as she walked out of the bedroom.

However, her yawn got stuck halfway when it met Roy Lewis’s smiling face, and she froze.

Damn it!

Why was he here?

Richelle usually had a regular schedule, so when she woke up, she thought it was around 6 a.m.

She subconsciously looked down at her pajamas and awkwardly tugged at her messy curly hair.

She let out a forced laugh, asking Roy Lewis, “Mr. Lewis, why are you here so early?”

Thinking about her disheveled appearance, Richelle wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

Roy Lewis rarely saw her this confused and didn’t think she looked sloppy. On the contrary, he found her quite adorable like this.

Seeing her baffled face, he figured she was still groggy from sleep.

“Richelle, it’s 6 p.m. now, not 6 a.m.”

Richelle frowned in confusion and then remembered how the children had led her to bed in the afternoon.

She smiled awkwardly, “Oh, I must have been really sleepy.”

“You can sit down first, I’ll go wash up.”

With that said, she left Roy Lewis and the children and hurried to the bathroom.

When Richelle Dunn came out after washing up, she had her hair in a bun and had changed her pajamas for a loose home outfit. She looked refreshed and well-rested.

Roy Lewis looked at her with satisfaction, and when she sat down, he gave

Timmy a signal.

Timmy got the hint and handed Richelle a bank card that his father had given him earlier.

“This is for our food expenses, from me and dad. Please accept it!

Richelle looked at Roy in surprise, “Mr. Lewis, didn’t you transfer my salary to me last month?”

Roy Lewis smiled, “That was your salary, this is for food expenses.” Richelle frowned, “Isn’t the salary supposed to include food expenses?” Considering the massive salary she received, and that the father and son were merely eating ordinary home-cooked meals, the salary should have covered it all.

Talking to Mr. Chapman today, Roy Lewis found out that Richelle was usually well-paid for her tasks.

He then remembered that he and Timmy had forced Richelle not to take any more tasks until the end of the month.

Wouldn’t she lose quite a bit of money that way?

“You can ask Uncle Axel. A chef’s salary doesn’t include our food expenses.”

Roy Lewis quickly added, just in case Richelle got the wrong idea.

“Of course, we don’t see you as just a chef, but we can’t just eat for free. You’re raising Timothy and Tifanny, and it’s not easy.”

Richelle tilted her head and looked at him, “Fine, I’ll have Mrs. Walker make a list of food expenses, and at the end of the month, you two will pay based on the actual expenses.”

Richelle truly deserved the huge salary she received.

But she didn’t need to check the balance on the card handed over by her eldest son to know it must have been a six or seven-figure sum.

This wasn’t paying for food, it was clear he was trying to give her money.

And the relationship between her and him was already quite ambiguous.

If he gave her more money, their relationship would become even more complicated.

Roy Lewis didn’t expect Richelle to be so insistent on being precise, and he felt a bit uncomfortable. But he knew she wasn’t a greedy person, so he suggested a compromise.

“I’ve given it to you, so there’s no reason to return it. How about this: you keep the card, and you directly withdraw the necessary amount every month. When the money runs out, I’ll transfer more in, okay?

Roy Lewis was pretty cunning, by giving her a card, he had locked down a long-term solution to their food expenses.

Even if he and Richelle weren’t anything to each other for now, at least he’d secured a legitimate excuse to come here and eat.

And not just freeload!

His wishful thinking rang clear like a bell.

Richelle wasn’t foolish, either. She knew that by accepting this card, she would inadvertently give the green light to another contract with him.

“Forget it, it’s too much trouble to calculate the expenses every month. If Mr. Lewis insists on being so precise, then let’s set a fixed price. For you and Timmy, breakfast and dinner combined, will be US$ 683 a month.” Roy Lewis spent more than US$ 683 on a single meal when he dined out. “Richelle, are you serious?”

Richelle nodded, “Of course, US$ 683 actually includes Timmy’s afternoon tea, snack and beverage money, as well as utilities, and even a share of the rent.” Roy Lewis was both frustrated and amused by her stubbornness and looked at her sideways.

“Oh, it seems like you’re pretty good at budgeting!”

Richelle shamelessly nodded, “Of course, if I didn’t pinch pennies, how could I raise my little piggies!”