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Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Chapter 316 - 312: Quadruple Happiness, How Can My Heart Not Be Elated?
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Chapter 316: Chapter 312: Quadruple Happiness, How Can My Heart Not Be Elated?

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Old Brown let out a sigh, “Really? Then there’s no need to buy it, I’ll give it to you as a welcgift for my little niece!”

After saying that, Old Brown paused for a moment, and then exclaimed, “Holy cow!”

“Master Lewis, now that you mention it, I just remembered that when I first bought this painting, I felt like the little girl’s profile looked so familiar. Now I realize it’s because she looks like Timmy!”

Of course, Old Brown knew about how Richelle and Roy’s child had somehow tripled in number. It was just that everyone had been busy and his daily routine was the opposite of ordinary people’s, so he hadn’t found the tto meet them yet.

And just like that, after a few words, Old Brown happily gifted the painting to Roy Lewis, and told him to take it down himself.

Roy Lewis gladly accepted it, only saying, “Thanks!”

Richelle Dunn thought to herself, this Roy Lewis, he really has no idea of the suffering of ordinary people.

After Old Brown walked away, Richelle Dunn tugged on Roy Lewis’s arm and reminded him softly.

“This tailfish painting is quite expensive, at least US$ 13,700. Are you sure it’s okay to just take it like this?”

Roy Lewis glanced at her, “How do you know that?”

Richelle Dunn touched her nose guiltily, “This painter is quite famous among South Asian contemporary artists.”

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Roy Lewis nodded, his gaze returning to the painting in his hands, studying it closely.

“This painter is indeed quite good.”

Inwardly, Richelle Dunn breathed a sigh of relief, “You understand painting?”

Roy Lewis replied honestly, “Not really, but this painting has my baby princess in it, so I know a little bit.”

Richelle let out a small sigh of relief, unable to resist teasing him.

“So you’re just saying the person is good because she painted your princess?”

Roy Lewis wasn’t completely clueless. He pointed to the lines and character outlines in the painting.

“Look, although the painter doesn’t use many strokes, with just a few, she can accurately depict the scene so vividly and naturally. It wouldn’t be possible without a certain level of skill and talent.”

Richelle felt secretly delighted, but didn’t dare to show it.

In just a little while, she had already figured out a perfect tand method to tell him the truth.

“Well, it’s not bad, but look at the time. Lunch should be ready soon.”

Roy looked at his watch, and it really was getting late.

“Let’s go. Nathan and the others should be done shopping by now.”

Richelle looked at the painting in his hand, “Why don’t you go back to the private room first, and I’ll put the painting in the car?”

The painting was about the size of a chessboard, but carrying it around like this was quite attention-grabbing.

But Roy decided to hold on to it, “No, I’ll carry it. I’ll show it to Nathan later.”

Richelle thought to herself, you’re so fond of your little girl; aren’t you afraid your other children will be jealous?

But speaking of jealousy, Richelle was a bit puzzled.

It seemed like the three children had never been jealous of each other because one of them received more attention from their parents.

Of course, Richelle had always been very careful to consider the emotions of her children.

As for Roy, his blatant favoritism towards their daughter Tifanny was quite obvious.

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Moreover, this phenomenon seemed to be starting to affect their grandfather and Uncle Axel as well.

Richelle felt that she needed to talk to Roy about this issue soon.

When the couple returned to the private room, Nathan Caroule had not yet arrived. Richelle, who liked Mr. Kirby’s tea and teaware, sat on the sofa and began to brew tea herself.

Roy first put the painting in a corner of the sofa. After a few glances, he felt it wasn’t secure enough. He looked around and saw a nail on the wall, so he hung the painting there.

“What do you think? It’s beautiful, right?”

Richelle took a sip of tea and glanced at him.

“I think it’s more like you’re feeling beautiful on the inside?”

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Roy smiled and folded his arms, admiring the painting for a while before happily replying.

“It really is beautiful!”

“You know, when we had Timmy, I already felt very fortunate and happy. Now, not only do we have Timmy, but also Timothy and Tifanny, and most importantly, you, my big treasure!”

“Think about it, having Timmy was like having one happiness. Now, we suddenly have three more equal happiness, that’s happiness x4. How could my heart not be full of joy?”

Richelle couldn’t argue with that, so she just pushed the cup of brewed tea in front of him.

“Happy Master Lewis, have stea to moisten your throat, then you can continue bragging!”

Roy laughed and sat down beside her. “By the way, I finished the coffee. When can Dr. Dunn getsmore?”

Upon hearing this, Richelle couldn’t help but frown, giving him a sideways glance.

“Master Lewis, have you been overworking yourself lately?”

Though the couple lived under the sroof, they each had their own work and space. Richelle did sof her work in the bedroom when it was inconvenient to do it around Roy.

And when Nathan cto report on work matters or Roy needed to attend a video conference, she would consciously give them space.

Rather than feeling guilty, Roy sipped his tea and looked at her affectionately with raised eyebrows.

“It’s all because Dr. Dunn has been hiding in the bedroom to work lately. Without your supervision, I tend to drink more.”

Richelle was speechless at this groundless accusation. In most relationships, it was usually the woman who clung to the man more.

But in her case, she had voluntarily given everyone spersonal space, yet in his eyes, it was still her fault..