Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Richelle pleaded with Roy Lewis, and only then did he relax his furrowed eyebrows.

However, he insisted that Richelle finish all the soup the chef made and ate some snacks before he would let her put down her chopsticks.

As a result, Richelle felt too full and kept belching while lying in bed.

Roy could only get her some digestive tablets and gently massage her stomach after she lay down again.

Richelle didn’t feel too bad while eating, but now she was really uncomfortable with the bloating.

“Roy, it’s all your fault. I’m so uncomfortable…”

Richelle was quite tired and could hardly keep her eyes open as she complained.

Roy felt both pity and guilt, so he could only massage her while coaxing her.

“I’m sorry, baby. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have forced you to finish that plate of snacks.”

Richelle hummed and complained half-conscious, half-awake.

“How many times have I told you, I’m not a child… Losing a few pounds is fine… and I can gain it back quickly…”

Roy had no choice but to kiss her, “Yes, yes, I won’t force you to eat anymore…”

However, Roy always did this. He would say that he wouldn’t do it again, but whenever Richelle lost weight again, he couldn’t help urging her to eat more and more.

It was as if he was feeding her like a pig.

That night, after Richelle went to bed, she kept whining for half an hour before she finally felt better. She didn’t know if it was due to the digestive tablets, or Roy’s massaging, but after burping out some gas, she finally felt relieved. She soon fell into a deep sleep.

Roy’s medicine had taken effect earlier, but because Richelle was uncomfortable, he felt both pity and guilt, and forced himself to stay awake to attend to his queen.

When Richelle fell asleep in his arms, he relaxed and soon fell asleep as well.

The next day, Roy got up early as usual and went downstairs.

When the children saw him, they immediately gathered around.

“Where’s Mommy? Grandpa Axel said Mommy’s back!”

The three little ones looked toward the elevator behind him.

Roy stroked their heads one by one, “Mommy has been working late these days because of her business trip. Let her sleep a little more.”

Roy didn’t tell Richelle that he had asked the chef to put sour jujube in the soup, which could improve sleep quality.

When the children heard this, they immediately stopped talking, seemingly afraid their voices would wake up their sleeping mother.

Richelle slept soundly until around ten in the morning. When she woke up, she saw Roy handling business on his iPad while sitting in his wheelchair, and the three little ones were all sitting on the couch with books on their laps, reading intently.

“My darlings…”

At Richelle’s call, the three little ones sprang off the couch and quickly ran over, climbing onto the bed and cuddling up to Richelle who had just sat up.

“Mommy, I missed you so much.”

Tifanny, the little princess, was the first to snuggle into her arms, burying her head into her chest.

Timmy and Timothy also snuggled into her arms, but they tilted their heads up and looked at her carefully before frowning in unison and asking.

“Mommy, how did you lose weight?”

Upon hearing this, Richelle immediately thought of the scene where Roy stared at her while she ate in the dining room late at night. Involuntarily, she shuddered.

She couldn’t hide her reaction from Timmy and Timothy.

Alarmed, Timothy reached out and touched her forehead.

“Mommy, are you feeling unwell?”

Richelle shook her head quickly.

“I’m not sick. I was just scared by your daddy treating me like a pig last night. You guys shouldn’t do the same or it would be too distressing,”she said, glaring at the indifferent Roy sitting by the sofa, and then kissed each of the little rascals on the cheek.

“Okay, off you go to play. Mommy’s going to wash up.”

Timmy patted her hand, “Mommy, after you’re done washing up, hurry down, we made you breakfast!”

The children occasionally helped with making small snacks, but this was their first time preparing breakfast.

“Oh? What did you make for breakfast?”

Actually, it was already ten in the morning, and Richelle only planned to have a quick drink of milk and save her appetite for a serious lunch.

But, she couldn’t refuse her darlings’ kindness.

When she finished washing up and came out, only Roy was left in the bedroom.

“You didn’t eat?”

Roy steered his wheelchair over and held her hand. “That was specially made for you. I don’t have such a privilege.”

Richelle lowered her head and smiled at him, “What, Daddy’s jealous?”

Roy nodded honestly, “Yes, jealous.”

Richelle clicked her tongue, “It’s said that Master Lewis is open-minded and magnanimous, but I didn’t expect him to be so petty with a few little kids.”

Roy ignored her and led her towards the elevator.

Richelle discovered more and more that Roy was magnanimous about big issues, but quite petty about trivial matters in life.

However, even if he was petty, it was just for a short while. He would soon forget about it.

Usually, Richelle saw his little tempers as a small spice to their life.

“I’ll split mine with you later, is that okay?”

And she, too, enjoyed placating him when he got moody..