Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

After chatting with the children, the two talked a bit more.

Then, Parker brought over the soup and rice porridge made by the cook, which Richelle fed to Roy Lewis.

Not long after eating, Roy was sleepy again.

Richelle advised him to sleep whenever he felt drowsy, he instructed her with a drowsy voice.

“You should also go to sleep early….”

Once Roy fell asleep, Richelle took a shower. Afterwards, she found that Hugo Camrey had sent her an email with some information about a company under Denny Thompson.

Richelle didn’t want to disturb Roy’s rest, so she moved her chair to a corner farther away from the sickbed and started texting Hugo on WhatsApp.

Richelle: “Is this the true salary of the company’s employees?”

Hugo Camrey: “Yes, but considering the amount of taxes paid by this company, they wouldn’t be able to afford such high salaries.”

Richelle: “So, do you think The Thompsons’ grey market operations are partly conducted by this company?”

Hugo Camrey: “I have reasonable suspicion. But regarding its veracity, it would be best if you discuss it with your partner. In cases like these, it would be better for him to take the lead.”

Richelle fully understood.

She could only be responsible for gathering some information, but when it came to planning and executing, Roy would have to do it.

Moreover, it was apparent that Hugo’s information was closely related to their A099 operation in the central region.

Linking these suspicions to that operation gives Denny Thompson a very strong motive for his crime.

Richelle: “I will do that. Thank you!”

Hugo Camrey: “Why are you being formal with me? How’s your partner doing?”

Richelle: “He’s doing well. He’s actually doing better than I expected. He just tires easily. He gets sleepy after a bit of chatting.”

Hugo Camrey: “What about his eyes? Any improvement?”

Richelle: “That might take some time. Once the bruising completely dissipates, everything should be fine.”

Given that these were potential symptoms of brain injury, Richelle was not particularly worried.

Hugo Camrey: “You also need to take care of yourself. If you need help, feel free to ask.”

After returning from South Asia, Richelle and Roy took the three kids to visit the Camreys.

Since then, they’ve dined together several times.

The Lewis family and the Camreys had formed a bond.

Recently, there were even rumors suggesting Lewis Group was planning to invest in Camrey Group.

But the real situation was that these two families simply appreciated each other’s company with no business deals involved for the time being.

However, that didn’t rule out the possibility of future collaborations.

After chatting with Hugo Camrey, Richelle looked at the PPT she prepared earlier, which made her increasingly suspect that Denny Thompson was not the upright and successful president as he appeared on the surface.

However, Richelle did not feel the urgency to share these things with Roy.

At least, she wouldn’t bring it up until he recovered to 70-80% of his health.

According to Nathan Caroule, Denny Thompson was quite tenacious. His injures were more serious than Roy’s, but seemed he made it through the critical phase safely.

However, even if he survived this time, his future didn’t look promising.

The second morning after Roy woke up from his injury, he opened his eyes only to find darkness.

However, he was able to tell that it was morning from the chirping sounds outside the window.

From the distance, there was the sound of water running in the bathroom, and after a while, the sound of someone opening the door.

Roy found that his hearing improved significantly after he lost his vision.

The soft footsteps getting closer, probably because she thought he was still asleep.

“Are you awake?”

He heard her gentle inquiry, followed by her shallow breathing getting closer, and could feel the warm breath on his face.

Then, her lips, cool and damp, lightly brushed against his.

Roy spent all of yesterday focused on Richelle and the children, not thinking so much about his own injury.

But when Richelle’s lips barely grazed his, he suddenly asked.

“Am I quite ugly now?”

Richelle was taken aback for a moment, but she quickly responded.

“How could you be ugly? My Master Lewis, you’ve always been my heartthrob.”

However, her slight hesitation provoked Roy’s doubts.

He reached up to touch his face and asked half-believingly.

“Is my face swollen?”

Richelle didn’t know whether to call him oblivious or pointlessly fixated on insignificant things.

“If I said no, I’d be lying. But the swelling is slight, no more severe than a person with water retention who drank water the night before and woke up the next morning.”

Roy slightly furrowed his brows, “So you’re not disgusted by it?”

Richelle felt like she really should give him a good smack.

“Roy Lewis, I’m a sucker for looks, but only for the visual pleasure it brings. When it comes to you, it’s not just about your appearance!”

Roy indulged in self-pity worthy of a patient, “So, you mean I don’t look very good?”

Richelle didn’t know why he was suddenly making a mountain out of a molehill. She was both annoyed and amused and again leaned down to kiss him on his lips, face, nose, eyelids, and forehead.

“Master Lewis, see, I’m still willing to kiss you. That shows you’re not ugly!”