Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Before ordinary people, Nathan Caroule still considered himself quite smart.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to secure the position of Special Assistant to the President of the Lewis Group.

Yet in the Lewis household, Nathan, who stood above countless individuals in the company, felt like a speck of dust.

Especially in the chess game, facing Timothy, who possessed both calmness and an unafraid spirit of a newborn calf, Nathan quickly retreated and surrendered.

In the end, the male side of the chess game, with Roy Lewis’ father and son group achieving an overwhelming advantage of three victories, two ties, and one loss, won the game.

“Uncle Caroule, about next week’s conference report, I’ll have to trouble you.”

Timothy sweetly asked Nathan Caroule >.

Nathan pointed at the cunning little fox-like youngster and tattled to Roy Lewis.

“Roy, look at him, someone so young is already exploiting the working class.”

Roy took a sip of tea, “Oh? Really? Aren’t employees supposed to dedicate every effort for the company and their boss?”

“Hmph, you two are just a nest of snakes and rats!”

Nathan whined and ran away to find his wife for comfort.

Later, the whole family enjoyed the dessert and special sugar water that Richelle Dunn and children made, chatted, and watched an all-ages-friendly concert together.

Finally, since it was getting late, everyone decided to stay overnight.

However, in the middle of the night, the extra phone Roy had by his bedside rang.

“Master Lewis, several suspicious vehicles have parked outside the residential area, and it seems like they’re planning to settle here.”

Roy grunted and lowered his voice, “Send me their plate numbers, stay vigilant, and don’t let them sneak in.”

Although the protective layers in place here were strict, Roy would naturally prefer these intruders not to enter the community, as it would pose a threat to them and cause trouble for the residents.

Roy received the plate numbers from the bodyguards and passed them on for investigation.

Richelle Dunn, who could finally sleep comfortably by his side, was awakened by Roy’s mumbling, only to see him lying in bed with one hand holding her and the other texting on his phone.

Richelle blinked in a daze for a while before realizing that this was not a dream.

She shifted her body, trying to sit up.

“What happened? What’s wrong at this late hour?”

If it wasn’t an emergency, Roy wouldn’t be in such a hurry to handle it now.

Roy held her waist and gazed into her eyes, “Go back to sleep. It’s a minor issue; I’ll deal with it and then sleep.”

Richelle knew it was a matter she couldn’t help with, so she didn’t ask further. But she couldn’t fall asleep either.

Instead, she stared wide-eyed at Roy’s focused, slightly stubbled face as he worked.

Roy quickly readjusted the covert bodyguards protecting the family and instructed them accordingly. Mr. Caroule was very efficient, sending over the vehicle owner information in no time.

With everything in place, Roy grabbed his phone, placed it back on the bedside table, and turned around to meet Richelle’s shining eyes.

Unable to resist, he leaned down and kissed her without a second thought.

The doctor had advised Roy against participating in excessive exercise, but after half a month in the hospital and nearly another month away on business, it had been over a month.

Richelle was fine, but she could sense that Roy had reached his limit.

After the passionate kiss, their breathing became erratic.

Richelle, with tears in her eyes, caressed Roy’s face tenderly.

“Do you want to?”

Roy’s eyes burned with passion. “So Dr. Dunn is going to show me mercy?”

This girl had laid down several prohibitions upon leaving the hospital, including avoiding vigorous exercise.

Richelle grinned and bit his chin before flashing a suggestive smile.

“Yeah, I’m showing you mercy!”

The next morning at breakfast, Richelle occasionally rubbed her wrists, seemingly involuntarily.

Timmy, his eyes sharp, looked at her with concern.

“Mommy, what’s wrong with your hand? Did you twist it?”

Richelle smiled and replied to Timmy, “It’s nothing; I just strained my wrist from writing my thesis for too long last night.”

As she spoke, she secretly glanced at Roy.

Roy returned a reassuring smile, “Later, I’ll help you apply some medicinal liquor and massage it.”

Timothy, seeing the flirtatious exchange between his parents, couldn’t help but tease them.

“Mommy, did you really hurt your hand while beating up Daddy last night?”

Richelle, who was eating porridge, choked upon hearing Timothy’s words, which were quite close to the truth. She coughed and sputtered.

Roy quickly passed her a tissue, wiped her mouth, and then responded with a grin to Timothy’s comment.

“So you guys better behave. If Mommy can even beat me up, you don’t stand a chance!”

Richelle was rendered speechless by Roy’s deliberate distortion of the facts. However, with no way to clear the air, she simply went back to eating her porridge.

Not long after, Maggie Mitchell came over after her late breakfast and, seeing Richelle, inquired with concern.

“I heard from Timothy that you beat up Roy last night. What happened? Did that guy do something to upset you?”

Richelle facepalmed!