Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Those who had harmed Richelle Dunn and her child because of Roy Lewis’s “death” started to fret in panic, fearing that Roy Lewis would seek revenge and have them publicly humiliated.

But the truth was, at this moment, Roy Lewis really didn’t have the time to settle scores with these people.

The press conference was held at noon, and after the conference, Roy Lewis was immediately put in Kennedy Green’s presidential office, listening to important reports and requests from various departments.

Then, he dealt with urgent documents first, by the time he was done, it was already past nine at night.

Roy Lewis had been working nonstop these past few days and was mentally and physically exhausted.

Benjamin Fred, who had been assisting him all this time, saw him rubbing his temples with his eyes closed and suggested.

“Master Lewis, why don’t you rest here tonight?”

It takes forty to fifty minutes to drive from the Presidential Palace to Roy Lewis’s house, almost two hours round trip.

If he could save that commuting time and use it for sleep, he could recover a lot of energy.

But for Roy Lewis, the best way to recharge his body was not sleep.

It was to be able to see and hold Richelle and the children.

“No, make arrangements, I’m going home now!”

He is now acting president, his security and transportation arrangements must meet the standards of the president.

Soon, he got into the car for the return trip and sent a message to Richelle.

“I’ll be home in forty minutes!”

Counting from the day he went “on a business trip”, Roy Lewis hadn’t been home for six or seven days.

He wondered if the three little monkeys at home had been behaving well these days.

Richelle replied quickly, “Okay, I’ll start cooking for you now.”

As soon as Roy Lewis arrived home and pushed the door open, he was greeted with the aroma of food.

The little ones, who usually should have been asleep, came running out with three bright smiles on their faces, clinging to his legs and waist, adorning him with their little bodies.

“Daddy, welcome home!”

The little ones spoke in unison, Roy Lewis bent down and kissed their little faces one by one.

After kissing, he naturally picked up Tifanny, and Timmy and Timothy hung onto his clothes, one on each side.

“Why haven’t you guys gone to bed yet?”

Timmy said seriously, “We are not babies, occasionally, we can stay up late!”

A smile surfaced on Roy Lewis’ face as he reached out a hand to tousle his curly hair.

“How old are you guys to think about staying up late already?”

Originally, he wanted to tell them something important, saying that they need to eat, move, and sleep a lot at their growing age.

But on second thought, the children stayed up so late actually to wait for him.

If he preached about it at this time, it would not only spoil their mood but could also hurt their feelings.

“However, today is a good day, so it’s okay to stay up tonight!”

With this change in his stance, the three children laughed even more joyously.

They chattered about the interesting things that had happened at home these days.

Roy Lewis used to think that home was simply a place to satisfy basic human needs.

The so-called warmth of home had always been an abstract concept to him.

But now, listening to the children’s chatter and laughter, looking at their bright smiles, and smelling the aroma wafting from the kitchen.

He had a clear definition of what home warmth meant in his mind.

In the past, he thought everything in the house was as unchanging as stagnant water.

But the children could always find different kinds of fun in this home.

“Daddy, A’Cui, who lives in the osmanthus tree in the yard, became a mommy a few days ago, her kids are so interesting, all bald and they haven’t opened their eyes yet.”

Tifanny shared the story of the little birdie becoming a mom with him.

Roy Lewis smiled and replied, “Is that so? Baby, can you introduce A’Cui and her babies to Daddy tomorrow morning?”

Tifanny nodded, Timothy then pulled at his arm.

“Daddy, the lotus root in the pond is so long and thick!”

He measured the length and size with his short hand, “My brother and I dug up more than ten of them yesterday, they are crispy and tasty, you must try more later!”

Roy Lewis nodded, “Okay, I’ll definitely eat more later!”

After his siblings finished reporting, Timmy finally spoke to his father.

“Daddy, can we make our treehouse two stories?”

Roy Lewis nodded, “Of course, the tree is so tall, as long as you want to, you can even build three or four floors.”

In the past, Roy Lewis thought that by continuing to grow Lewis Group and leaving Timmy with a fortune of hundred billion dollars would be the greatest love for Timmy.

But now, he had long understood that for children of a few years old, a nest of cute little birds, a small pond where they could play in the mud and dig lotus roots, and a treehouse where they could play and sleep, could bring them great joy.

Roy Lewis coaxed the three little ones and put them on the bed.

“Be good, Daddy is going to the kitchen to see if Mommy needs any help!”

The three nod obediently, but as he walked further away, the three heads huddled together.

“Daddy is really, if he wants to accompany Mommy, just say it, instead of offering help, with his clumsy hands and feet in the kitchen, he’s more likely to be a hindrance!”

Timmy patted his little brother’s head and hushed him.

“Little brother, Daddy also needs to save face!”