Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Roy Lewis wasn’t a narrow-minded person, and he knew that there was nothing between Richelle and Hugo.

However, when thinking of Hugo’s past feelings for Richelle, he couldn’t help but feel a bit uncomfortable.

So, inevitably, he became a little sarcastic with his words.

Richelle understood the frustration he felt from being trapped in the room and patiently tried to explain and calm him with a gentle voice.

In no time, she was pulled into his embrace.

Eventually, all the jealousy and bitterness were soothed away with a passionate French kiss.

After the kiss, Richelle leaned against Roy’s chest, catching her breath.

Roy’s big hands patted her back gently.

When Richelle took a breather and saw how earnest he was, she couldn’t help but tease him with a smile.

“Doing that makes me feel like a child that needs you to comfort me to sleep.”

Roy kissed her forehead, “Then be a child. At least, here with me, it’s okay to be a child.”

Every time Richelle went back to Lordon, Roy worried about her.

He worried about her sadness and the painful past that haunted her.

That’s why, each time she returned from Lordon, he only wanted to care for her and protect her even more.

Richelle buried her face in his broad, warm chest and took a deep breath.

“Alright, I’ll be at ease and act like a child…”

Although Richelle wasn’t heartless, every trip back to Lordon was indeed a test and torment for her.

But she hid these feelings well.

And Roy, sensitive enough, caught a glimpse of the deepest secret in her heart.

The couple lingered in the study for half an hour, soothing and calming each other’s hidden desires and restlessness with tenderness and understanding.

In the evening, when the three children came back from school, the first thing they did was to give all the prizes they had won during the school’s interactive activities to Richelle.

Looking at the pile of small snacks on the table, Richelle smiled and thanked her darlings.

At home, these little snacks were limited in supply.

So, the youngsters handed in their treats upon returning home.

However, after giving up their goodies, they stared at Richelle with puppy dog eyes.

Clearly, they were expecting rewards.

So, Richelle picked a small bag of snacks from the table and handed one to each child.

The little ones happily kissed Richelle and then scampered off to play.

Roy looked at the dazzling array of snacks on the table, full of doubt.

“Are these things really that delicious?”

Richelle handed him a pack with a smile, “Why don’t you try and find out?”

Half convinced, Roy looked at the package labeled “shrimp crackers,” opened it, and pinched a small piece to put in his mouth.

Then, his mouth was instantly filled with a strong seasoning flavor, making him frown. He resisted the unpleasant taste, chewed it a couple of times, and quickly swallowed it down.

He bent down, picked up a cup, and gulped down several mouthfuls of tea before speaking.

“What is this stuff?”

Richelle laughed at his reaction, snatched the shrimp crackers from him, and threw a few into her mouth while chewing and teasing him.

“Master Lewis, you wouldn’t understand the simple happiness of children, because you’re a worldly adult man!”

Roy nodded honestly and admitted.

“Yeah, I really don’t understand!”

After quickly finishing their snacks, the three little ones came back once more, hugging Richelle’s waist, gazing up at her with pitiful faces, just like hungry puppies on the side of the road.

Richelle was usually strict with their snacking, so now, she patted their heads.

“My darlings, eating too many snacks can cause discomfort, sore throats, and coughs.”

Tifanny pointed at Timmy and said, “Mommy, there’s no need to be afraid, last time our throats hurt, big brother…”

Just as Tifanny had started her sentence, Timothy began coughing.

Richelle blinked and smiled, patting Timothy’s head.

“Timothy, hold your cough so Tifanny can finish speaking!”

Timothy and Timmy’s expressions deflated as Tifanny just realized she said the wrong thing, quickly covering her mouth.

Seeing that the little girl had gone quiet, Richelle crouched down, smiling and asked Timmy.

“Big brother, do you want to speak for your sister or let her say it?”

Timmy pouted and apologized.

“Mommy, I’m sorry, it’s my fault. It has nothing to do with my sister!”

He was still protecting his sister like always.

Richelle didn’t push further but chose to wait for Timmy to continue speaking on his own.

Tifanny probably also noticed her brother’s dilemma, so she lowered her little hand and spoke up again.

“Mommy, it’s my fault…”

Timmy quickly reached out to hold Tifanny’s hand and hurriedly explained.

“Last time, after you left and daddy took a nap, we asked Uncle Nathan to order us double servings of fried chicken and fries. In the afternoon, our throats started hurting. So, I found some medicine in your first aid kit, gave some to my brother and sister after measuring the doses.”

Richelle couldn’t help but laugh and feel amazed. “So, after eating the medicine, your throats stopped hurting?”

Timmy nodded, “Yes, after taking it twice, it stopped hurting!”

Richelle thought how clever these little ones were, using their own strengths to take advantage of different situations.

“My darlings, every medicine has side effects, so thinking that it’s okay to eat unlimited snacks, followed by medicine to treat the after-effects, is wrong in itself!”

Timmy immediately nodded, “Mommy, I understand my mistake. It won’t happen again!”

Richelle gently ruffled his curly hair, “Alright, since it’s your first offense, I won’t hold it against you. But your snack quota for today is used up, there’s no more!”

The three little ones then drooped like wilted seedlings, with downcast eyes and listlessness, before trudging away to play.