Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Jayden Dunn’s private meeting with Sebastian Lewis was something that Roy Lewis didn’t disclose to Richelle Dunn.

It wasn’t that he wanted to hide it from Richelle, but that day, he was giddy with a piece of good news.

After lunch, Richelle took the three children back to the bedroom for a nap.

Roy Lewis was busy in his study when Uncle Axel came rushing in.

“Master Lewis, I apologize…”

Roy raised his eyes in confusion, “What happened?”

Uncle Axel carefully handed over a grimy letter, “Nowadays, there are hardly any letters, so I rarely check the mailbox. Today while cleaning out some junk mail, I found this…”

Roy assumed it was just a piece of junk mail and took it.

“What is this?”

When he noticed it was, in fact, a real letter, he turned it over, his eyes widening at the writing on it.

It was Richelle’s handwriting!

The letter was grimy, whether from being in the mailbox or from being jostled around during mailing. Some of the characters on the envelope were worn off, and it took him a while to make out the address and receiver’s name.

“Master Lewis….”

Uncle Axel, looking anxious, spoke up again.

Roy Lewis, however, wasn’t as bothered as Uncle Axel thought. In fact, he even had a smile on his face.

“Hmm, it’s ok, you can go out now.”

Relieved, Uncle Axel quickly retreated from the room.

Roy’s good mood was entirely due to the fact that this letter was written to him by Richelle during a special mission.

Once Uncle Axel left, he carefully opened the envelope and retrieved a densely written letter.

As he unfolded the letter, a leaf fell out.

Roy read the letter eagerly.

Originally, he wanted to immediately go upstairs to find Richelle.

But after rolling his wheelchair a short distance, he turned back, grabbing a bundle of writing paper and envelopes from the shelf and headed back to his desk.

He picked up a pen, unfurled a piece of paper, and reflected on the contents of Richelle’s letter.

Then, with swift strokes, he wrote a long response in one go.

After he finished, he was in no rush to give it to Richelle.

It wasn’t until the afternoon, when Richelle was playing games with the children in the living room, that he took the letter out of his wheelchair’s side pocket and handed it to her.

“Richelle, this is my reply to your letter!”

The whole room was stunned at his declaration, the children and even Richelle herself.

“A response?”

Richelle looked confused as she took the letter and after a while, finally asked him.

“You received the letter I sent during the mission?”

She quickly remembered that she’d written the letter during a period when she hadn’t been able to contact Roy and the children for several days. The letter was full of affectionate and emotional words.

Back then, she figured that there was a good chance the letter wouldn’t make it.

So, later on, she’d completely forgotten about it.

Thinking back to what she’d written, her face flushed red.

She clutched Roy’s response, her face still red as she muttered.

“I thought it wouldn’t get through…”

Roy looked at her with a tender smile, “How could I not receive your precious sentiments? Uncle Axel only cleans out the mailbox occasionally, which is why he only found it today. My response to you, you can read whenever you have time.”

The children’s eyes were bright. Tifanny couldn’t help but ask Roy, “Daddy, doesn’t Mommy have letters for us?”

Roy pinched her chubby face, “No, that letter was a love letter that Mommy wrote to Daddy.”

Tifanny turned away with a pout, “Humph, Daddy’s stingy!”

Roy tsked, “Baby, you three are already monopolizing Mommy’s time, Daddy is only taking a tiny bit with a letter, and you’re still jealous?”

Timothy laughed and pulled the naive Tifanny away, “Little sis, Daddy is right. If anyone should be jealous, it’s Daddy!”

Roy felt a twinge of frustration at Timothy’s comment.

But when he thought of the sweet nothings that Richelle had written in her letter, he felt that he didn’t need to be petty with his own kids.

“Yeah, you guys don’t realize how much your mommy favours you.”

Timmy huffed, “Of course, we are a part of mommy, you aren’t!”

What started as a simple matter of a letter somehow evolved into a face-off between the three children and Roy.

Seeing the way things were going, Richelle wisely decided to sit out of it and pulled out her phone to read some medical articles.

Roy, perhaps as a result of his prolonged stay in the hospital, seemed a bit dim-witted.

He rarely indulged in this level of childishness.

But today, he was full of energy, engaging in a one versus three battle of jealousy with his kids.

And Richelle, caught between them, sat aside reading her articles. Occasionally, when she focused on their conversation, she heard Roy rebutting their children.

“I have nothing to quarrel about with you guys. Half of your genes come from me.. If your mom didn’t love me, how could she love you?”