Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Chapter 215: Chapter 211: Mr. Lewis, you still have time to change your mind

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Richelle Dunn had always thought that a man like Roy Lewis was more fitting with tall and straight plants like pine trees and bamboo, which are both noble and removed from worldly dust.

However, as Roy Lewis stepped towards her under the flowers, all her attention and perception seemed to be stolen by him.

Under a blanket of pink snow, his cold and majestic demeanor appeared even more outstanding and eye-catching. When he walked up to her and gave her a gentle smile, his deep ink-black eyes were filled with tenderness.

He reached out his hand and softly called her, “Richelle!”, her heart seemed to skip a few beats, her breathing paused, she just looked up at him with a dazed expression.

Roy Lewis saw her staring at him in a daze, her clear eyes reflecting his own image and some pink.

“Let’s go!”

He gently held her hand and led the dazed Richelle Dunn, a step forward. Richelle walked with him mechanically for a while before her heart rate returned to normal, and the first thing to regain feeling was the hand held by Roy Lewis.

Perhaps afraid of seeming too abrupt, Roy was only lightly gripping her ring finger and pinky finger, using just a light touch. She just needed to give a gentle tug to pull her hand away.

His fingertips barely touched hers, and a faint warmth spread between them. Although it was only a light and shallow contact, the gentle warmth that Richelle Dunn could easily reach made her feel at ease and infatuated. She let herself go, allowing Roy Lewis to encircle her two fingers all the way, from the stone path to the flower house, through the petals of snow.

“Wow!”

As Richelie stepped into the flower room, she couldn’t help but exclaim.

Inside the glass flower room, various colorful flowers were planted, including her favorite tulips, the hydrangea Roy had picked for her a few days ago, horse chestnut, bellflower, roses, lilies, and more.

No wonder Roy Lewis had said before that picking a single flower would be too difficult.

“Timmy told me you really love flowers. See if you need any flowers to decorate the house, or we could cut some and take them back.”

There were always fresh flowers changed daily in the Lewis’ living room, study, and even the bedroom.

Before, Richelie thought most of them were sent by the flower shop.

Now it seemed that all the flowers in the Lewis home were from this very flower room.

“I like all of them. The flowers here, of every kind, are my favorites. Just cut the ones you like.”

Richelle looked at the dazzling and luxurious flowers, vying with each other in beauty, feeling that no matter which one she chose, it would be a huge loss.

Roy Lewis glanced at her silently, took a pair of scissors, walked to a cluster of red roses, bent down, cut a stem, walked back and handed it to her.

“For you!”

Their gazes intertwined, each having a thousand words but only smiling at each other.

Richelle gladly accepted the flower.

“Thank you!”

Neither of them said anything extra.

But each of them received from the flower the emotions and affection the other was eager to express.

Richelle stored the flower given by Roy Lewis, and then, holding Timmy’s hand, they took a stroll around the flower room. Almost every lush flower she saw, she cut a few stems, and when she went back indoors, she and Timmy arranged the flowers together in different places.

“Timmy, don’t tell your siblings about tonight’s party just yet. Let’s surprise them.”

Originally, Richelle had been feeling a bit low these few days, but today, her mood inexplicably lifted.

“Okay!”

Timmy had been surprisingly obedient lately. The two of them worked seamlessly, and the flowers inside the house were quickly arranged.

That afternoon, when Richelle brought Timothy and Tifanny into the Lewis’ hall, the living room looked like a paradise. Timothy and Tifanny were elated, pulling Timmy to chase and play with them in the living room.

Roy Lewis and Richelle Dunn sat in the living room, just like when they were at Richelle’s house, sipping tea and watching the children play.

Time passed quietly and peacefully.

After the children had played for a while, Roy Lewis led Richelle Dunn and the three children to the shooting room on the fifth floor.

Although it was called a shooting room, it would be more accurate to call it a fitness room.

That’s because, in addition to shooting facilities and equipment, there were also things like boxing sandbags and various fitness equipment.

Richelle had a wide range of interests, but when it came to shooting, she was as clueless as Timothy and Tifanny.

Roy Lewis didn’t ask Richelle’s opinion, but after entering the room, he took out several sets of gear and gestured for them to put them on.

After Richelle helped Timothy and Tifanny put on the gear, she noticed there was another set, which seemed to be for her.

“Mr. Lewis, is this mine?”

Roy Lewis nodded, “I thought you might be interested in it.”

Richelle was indeed interested, but shooting was a special sport, not easily accessible to most people.

Unexpectedly, Roy Lewis was so thoughtful.

“Thank you!”

Like Timothy and Tifanny, she happily put on the gear and looked around, realizing there was no one else there.

“Roy Lewis, are you the coach?”

Roy Lewis nodded, “Yes, but I’m very strict, so I hope you all can handle it.”

Roy Lewis, also wearing gear, demonstrated the standard shooting posture and movements himself.

Smooth and flawless movements made Timothy and Tifanny clap their hands in admiration.

“Uncle is so cool!”

Richelle, on the other hand, didn’t clap but instead whistled several times loudly.

After demonstrating once, Roy had Timmy teach Richelle some of the most basic operations, while he went to a small storage room at the back.

After Timmy had taught the basic movements to Timothy and Tifanny, Roy came out carrying a large bunch of balloons of various sizes.

“Are we shooting balloons?”

Roy Lewis nodded to Richelle, “Yes, it’s an introductory activity for beginners and adds some fun.”ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ ɴovelꜰɪre.ɴet

Richelle teased him, “Then you should have some prizes. If we hit the balloons, we should get a prize.”

For a moment, Roy was at a loss, “Prizes?”

Clearly, Master Lewis, such a busy man, was unaware of the existence of balloon shooting games with prizes, like stuffed toys or other items, in small parks.

“Yeah, it’s like a low-budget children’s amusement park. There’s a game where you try to shoot a large bunch of balloons with an air gun, and if you hit them, you can exchange them for corresponding prizes.”

Roy Lewis replied naturally, “So, let’s keep a record of the prizes and make it up later!”

Whether it was the excellent coaching of Roy and Timmy or the innate talent of Richelle and her children, they managed to accurately shoot many balloons within half an afternoon, winning quite a few prizes.

And these prizes, according to Roy, could be anything they wanted.

Richelle looked at the bunch of “hit” marks recorded in the notebook by Timmy for her and her children, and grinned at Roy while holding up the notebook.

“Mr. Lewis, it’s not too late for you to back out now!”

Roy Lewis had written an IOU a few days earlier. He believed that more debts wouldn’t hurt and that he would owe either one item or many items.

His deep eyes met Richelle’s smiling ones, and he responded in a very serious

“I will never renege!”