Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Chapter 569: Chapter 565: The person I like, I’ll pamper them however I want.

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When Roy Lewis was looking at the growing number of online supporters for Richelle Dunn with a smile, his laptop suddenly notified him of a top-secret file he received.

He logged in and opened the file, which contained a long list of overseas IDs.

Apparently, Margareth had dealt with those pests abroad.

Roy Lewis casually transferred US$ 683,400 without saying anything, and logged out.

He didn’t want to involve Margareth in issues related to Leutonia anymore, so he hadn’t contacted her privately or given her any tasks for a while.

Soon, Richelle came out of the bedroom and asked him, “Is everything taken care of?”

After receiving Roy’s confirmation, she turned and went to the kitchen.

“Let’s continue making lunch!”

Soon, the sound of kitchenware clattering lightly reached the living room, and the delicious aroma of cooking wafted out from the kitchen.

Richelle’s heart was truly strong.

Roy wheeled himself to the entrance of the kitchen and asked her, “Richelle, need any help?”

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Richelle looked at him, “Yeah, help me eat!”

Roy smiled.

“Richelle, don’t you think you spoil me too much?”

Richelle walked over with a smile, holding a spatula, touched his chin with her finger and bent down to kiss him.

“I, Richelle Dunn, will spoil whoever I like however I like!”

Roy held the back of her head and gave her a gentle bite at the corner of her lips.

“So, what does Mr. Dunn want in return?”

His deep voice was full of seductive charm.

Richelle shivered involuntarily, coughed lightly, and pushed him away with her hand.

“Then, I’ll give myself to you tonight!”

After saying that, she blushed and turned around quickly towards the stove.

Roy chuckled and said, “Yes, sir!”, watched her for a while before wheeling himself back to the living room to mind his own business.

Soon, the three kids, covered in mud and looking like mud monsters, were brought back by the bodyguards.

Roy Lewis was used to their rowdy appearances and didn’t scold them, only telling them to wash up quickly and come out for lunch.

About ten minutes later, the three mud monsters turned back into the adorable, handsome, and beautiful children of the Lewis family.

Roy saw their wet hair and asked them with a bit of seriousness, “Why didn’t you dry your hair?”

All three kids had towels in their hands, “Mommy’s cooking smells so good!”

Roy took the towel from Tifanny’s hand and said to Timothy and Timmy,

“You two help each other!”

Timothy’s hair was shorter, so he covered his head with the towel and rubbed it randomly for a while before grabbing Timmy’s towel and jumping on the sofa.

“Big brother, I’ll help you wipe it first.”

Timmy then stood in front of him, “Little brother, shall we continue building the sandcastle this afternoon?”

As Timothy wiped Timmy’s hair, he replied, “Sure, let’s go after our naps, otherwise mommy will be angry.”

The kids knew their limits and when to stop.

“Big brother, your hair is so long. If you tied it up in a ponytail, you’d look like a little sister.”

Roy was attentively wiping Tifanny’s hair when he heard Timothy’s words and subconsciously looked at Timmy.

All of Timmy’s hair was wrapped in the towel, and his signature curls were hidden.

But Roy recognized him as Timmy at first glance.

If this had been when Timothy and Tifanny first revealed their true appearances, he probably wouldn’t have been able to tell the three children apart just by their faces.

Because the three kids looked very much alike.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say they looked exactly the same.

However, now he could easily recognize Timothy, Timmy, and Tifanny at a glance.

As for the distinguishing tricks, he looked for the reactions or expressions the kids had to different situations.

Tifanny was generally more naive and open, Timothy often had a mischievous smile, while Timmy had the most serious demeanor.

“No way, little sisters are cute, I am not, I am handsome!”

Timmy was quite narcissistic.

Timothy bent down and placed his face close to Timmy’s, “Big brother, I’m handsome, too, so can others tell us apart?”

Looking at the two smiling faces, Roy could still tell the difference from the expressions in their eyes.

Of course, these were the observations Roy, their father, had made after spending countless days and nights with them, and outsiders wouldn’t be able to tell them apart by their faces alone.

“Daddy, can you tell us apart?”

Probably noticing the laughter on Roy’s face, Timothy asked him.

Roy nodded, “Of course, I’m your father after all. How could I possibly not tell you apart?”

The three kids were a bit skeptical because when they wore the same sports uniforms at school, even teachers and the principal often confused them, let alone other students.

In fact, in addition to distinguishing them by their appearances, Roy could also tell them apart by their voices.

Tifanny had a soft and sweet voice, speaking in a gentle and elongated tone.

Timothy’s voice was also soft, but he spoke more clearly and often had a hint of laughter.

Timmy’s voice was actually quite childish as well, but he spoke in a more monotone and emotionless tone, like someone whose emotions never betrayed them..