Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

It was almost eleven o’clock when Nathan Caroule delivered the tightly wrapped small package to the hospital.

Perhaps to show that everything Denise Munni said was true, after Nathan gave the package to Richelle Dunn, he really reported about ten minutes of work to Roy Lewis.

Richelle was opening the package while listening, as if it wasn’t anything special.

However, soon, her attention was completely drawn by the package.

Inside the package were several notebooks.

Richelle carefully flipped through them and instantly welled up in tears as she saw the handwriting.

Roy Lewis couldn’t see, but he knew that Nathan would be delivering a package, so he paid special attention to Richelle’s side with his ears.

While Nathan was still reporting something, he turned his head and called out worriedly in the direction where Richelle was sitting.

“Richelle? What’s wrong?”

Only then did Nathan turn his head and see that Richelle, who was usually like an iron lady, was actually crying with a tear-stained face.

“Hey… Dr. Dunn, what happened to you?”

He also asked anxiously.

Hearing his question, Roy, who had been half-leaning on the bed, could not sit still anymore, lifted the quilt and tried to get out of bed.

Nathan was frightened.

“Goodness! Sir, please don’t push yourself!”

But Roy felt around the bed and insisted on getting out. Nathan had no choice but to help him carefully and support him to the wheelchair.

And Richelle, she was still completely immersed in her sadness, crying silently.

Roy pushed the wheelchair in front of her and embraced her in his arms.

Although he couldn’t see, his hands were very gentle as they touched her face and helped her wipe away the tears.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

Richelle leaned against him and answered through her sobs.

“This… these are handwritten notebooks from my parents…”

Before Richelle had been imprisoned, there were actually some relics of her parents left at home, and even some birthday cards and letters that they had written to her.

So she recognized her parents’ handwriting.

But later, she “died” and all her belongings at the Dunns’, especially those without value, must have been destroyed.

The only thing she had left was the necklace that her grandparents had given her.

Now, seeing the notebooks with her parents’ handwriting suddenly, those feelings of longing and sorrow in her heart seemed to have found a refuge. Her tears flowed like a breached dam.

Nathan tactfully left the room, as his work report was not that important anyway and could be discussed over the phone the next morning.

Roy wiped Richelle’s tears with one hand, gently rubbing her head with the other.

He said nothing, just letting her lean against him and cry quietly.

He knew that the sadness in her heart had been held back for more than twenty years. Finally finding a way to express it, the tears could not stop flowing.

Richelle leaned against him, holding the notebooks tightly, and clutching Roy’s clothes with her other hand. She just allowed herself to cry without care.

About ten minutes later, Richelle’s trembling shoulders from sobbing gradually calmed down.

Her faint whining was getting weaker and weaker.

Roy put his hand on her back and gently patted her, just like comforting a child to sleep.

Richelle felt more relaxed after such a good cry, struggling to get out of Roy’s embrace.

She opened up her swollen eyes and saw that a large part of Roy’s hospital gown was wet.

Richelle felt a little embarrassed, but since Roy couldn’t see it, she stood up and turned around to get him a change of clothes.

However, before she could take two steps, Roy caught her hand.

“Baby, come over and let me see you!”

Richelle took it as a habit and obediently turned around and walked back.

She stood at attention in front of Roy, thinking that he couldn’t see her anyway, so she didn’t mind how ugly she looked.

However, Roy actually tilted his head up to look at her with seemingly focusing eyes.

Then, his hand reached out and accurately touched her eyelids, with a pitying and distressed tone.

“Look at you, you’ve cried your eyes out.”

Richelle was about to retort, when she suddenly realized something, widened her eyes and moved closer to Roy.

“Roy Lewis, can you see now?”

Roy’s eyes were still a bit blank, but they were clearly focused on her face.

“Yes, it’s a bit blurry, but I can see!”

At this moment, Richelle didn’t care about her swollen eyes or how embarrassed she might look. She held Roy’s face in her hands and planted several kisses on his eyes.

“That’s great! That’s great! You can finally see again!”

Roy heard her cheer with a hoarse voice and felt both delighted and distressed.

He also reached out to hold her face and said,

“Yes, I can finally see.”

He tilted his chin slightly and kissed her lips.

“You’re so beautiful, how could I not miss out on seeing you?”

It was only then that Richelle remembered how swollen her eyes were, sniffled, frowned and replied,

“Men are liars, my eyes are swollen like peaches and yet you still say I’m beautiful?”

Roy nodded seriously and said, “To me, no matter what you look like, you’re always the most beautiful!”