Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Roy Lewis gazed at her, knowing she likely suspected something.

However, his professional obligation dictated absolute confidentiality.

“Um, no, it’s something else.”

Richelle Dunn nodded, tacitly agreeing not to delve deeper into the matter.

“When do you depart?”

“Provisionally next Monday. If all goes well, I will be back by Wednesday or Thursday. If not, it could take a week, or even more.”

Roy Lewis also felt helpless – just a few days ago, he was planning to meticulously prepare a memorable proposal ceremony for Richelle Dunn.

Yet, this unexpected turn of events had spoiled all his plans.

“Alright, I’ll reorient my schedule for next week. Don’t worry about your work, I’ll take good care of our home and the kids.”

Roy Lewis gave a nod, moved his hand from her shoulder to her head, and gently kneaded it.

“In the past few days, the Dunn Group’s stocks have hit their limit down, do you have enough funds on hand?”

Richelle Dunn had been seizing the opportunity to make some purchases over the past few days.

“I’m managing.”

“You can use the kids’ stock dividends to buy more if you wish. Leaving that money idle seems like a waste.”

Richelle Dunn nodded in understanding, and Roy Lewis handed her a card.

“And this, it’s my paycheck card. I haven’t used a penny from it in all the years I’ve worked at the Lewis Group. It’s yours now. From now on, remember to take care of my meals and clothing.”

At first, Richelle Dunn wanted to refuse, but then she thought that there wasn’t really a need for them to separate things so clearly anymore.

“Ok, if I use the money in your card to buy shares, I’ll list them under the kids’ names.”

The kids had recently received a significant quarterly dividend payout.

Even if Roy Lewis hadn’t suggested it, she had intended to discuss using that money to purchase more stocks in the Dunn Group, viewing it as an investment.

“Do as you see fit. Anyway, whether it’s in my name or the children’s names, you can use it freely.”

Richelle Dunn held his card in her hand, slapping it gently against her palm and laughed.

“Ah, achieving financial freedom feels great!”

In the blink of an eye, the day of Roy Lewis’ business trip had arrived.

Because he was traveling on a secret mission, he wouldn’t be taking a regular commercial flight.

Instead, he would depart on a secret charter jet.

Richelle did not offer to see him off, only asking about the local weather to prepare his luggage.

She packed all his medication for half a month and put it all in a suitcase, along with the traditional Chinese medicine he was to drink, which had been brewed and packaged into sealed packets for storage in a portable refrigerator.

In the morning, Nathan Caroule came to pick up Roy Lewis. Richelle Dunn and the kids waved him goodbye as he was driven off.

It wasn’t until the car had completely disappeared from view that the four of them returned to the house.

In the afternoon, Roy Lewis called to let them know that he had arrived safely. He only spoke a few words before the call was cut off after a few dozen seconds.

Since Roy Lewis had already mentioned that the network coverage might be poor, Richelle Dunn didn’t concern herself much about it.

That evening, she attempted to contact Roy Lewis, but the line was still busy.

In just half a day, Richelle Dunn felt the same anxiety that Roy Lewis had experienced when she was away on an emergency assignment.

On the first night without Roy Lewis, not only was Richelle Dunn feeling uneasy, even the kids were noticeably unsettled.

Story time, which used to feature Roy Lewis and Richelle Dunn each voicing a character from the story, made the kids much more engaged.

However, that night they reverted back to the singular monologues of few months earlier, leaving the children inattentive and ultimately unenthralled by the story’s plot.

“Don’t you like the story?”

The kids, frightened of hurting their mom’s feelings, quickly shook their heads.

“It’s good, but we miss daddy!”

Tifanny chimed in, as Timothy and Timmy nodded in agreement.

Richelle Dunn kissed each of them on the forehead, “Yes, mommy misses daddy too, don’t worry. Didn’t we just fold stars? Once we fill up half the bottle, daddy will be back.”

Speaking of stars, the last time Richelle Dunn left on a mission, she returned to find a large bottle filled with stars.

She had taken out a few to look at them, and despite rarely shedding a tear, that day she was so moved that she wept.

“Mommy, will daddy be away as long as you were last time?”

Richelle Dunn couldn’t make any guarantees.

Judging by her intuition, the business Roy Lewis was dealing with on this trip was likely quite dangerous.

So, as for the duration of the trip, she wasn’t demanding – she just wanted him to return safely.

“Alright, we don’t need to worry about daddy. Now, let’s make a goodnight video for him, and mommy will send it to him later.”

So, the little ones sat up, their spirits high as they chatted a few words into the camera for their dad, then obediently climbed back into bed to sleep.

That night, as always, Richelle Dunn scanned the international news without much concern.

Upon reading news about escalating tensions in the central region, she didn’t pay much attention.

Her gaze quickly shifted to the next piece of news.

Rather, it was the place where she had been on a mission that caught her eye – the local government had been overthrown by the people, and it seemed a new leader was about to be established.