Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Chapter 826: Chapter 822: Wife Runs Away with the Kid

Roy Lewis hugged her soft waist and asked softly.

“Did you draw this?”

Richelle Dunn hummed, “I haven’t held a paintbrush for so long that it always feels off when I draw…”

Roy’s other hand held her soft, boneless hand that was resting on his chest.

“No, it’s drawn very well. Is this me in your eyes?”

Richelle rested her chin on his shoulder, “Not entirely, it’s still a bit off…”

Richelle’s voice, still carrying the stickiness and softness of just having woken up, and her soft body pressed against Roy’s back, stirred up his desires.

“So am I a bit worse than the one in the drawing?”

Richelle clicked her tongue, “How could that be possible? The person in the drawing is always worse than you, just a tiny bit off.”

Roy could no longer restrain himself, turned around, held her, and pecked her lips a few times.

“Is it because the person in the drawing can’t kiss you or hug you?”

His warm hand, carrying a hint of greed, measured her curves.

Richelle blushed due to his blatant teasing, coughed twice, and murmured “rascal!” in a soft voice.

Roy gently rubbed her stomach, “Does your stomach still hurt?”

Richelle shook her head, “I don’t have a stomachache, I was just hungry. After eating the cake and the takeout you ordered, it stopped hurting!”

Roy bit her lips twice, “Next time you do this, you’ll be punished!”

Roy laid her down on the bed, his hands propped on either side of her.

Little flames burned in his dark eyes.

“Baby, when Nathan told me your stomach hurt, I almost skipped work.”

Richelle felt a bit guilty, “Sorry, I’ll be more careful next time!”

Roy stroked her face, “It’s my fault. You’ve been working like several laborers, and your work has been of the highest quality. The fact that you managed to handle it all is impressive!”

Richelle chuckled.

“Mr. Lewis, are you trying to flatter me now?”

Roy’s fingertips brushed her moist lips, “But no matter how much I praise you, it’s not enough. What should I do?”

Richelle lifted her leg and hooked it around his waist, “In that case, how about considering physical repayment?”

The flames in Roy’s eyes shot up, and he pressed his body down, burying his face in her neck.

He hoarsely agreed.

“Deal…”

…

The next day, Richelle woke up in Roy’s arms.

She opened her eyes, stared at him and, thinking it was an illusion, rubbed her eyes.

Roy, who had been checking emails on his phone, noticed her movement, put down his phone, and looked down at her.

“Awake?”

He grabbed her hand to stop her from rubbing her eyes.

“Take it easy, you’ve rubbed your eyes red!”

Richelle looked up at him and blinked a few times.

“Why are you still here? Don’t you have work today?”

Roy rubbed her fluffy curls with his big palm.

“Did you forget? Today is Saturday!”

He lowered his head, kissed her eyelids, and her lips.

Richelle wrapped her arms around his waist and stretched lazily. Then she winced, and her face showed a pained expression.

Roy quickly extended his hand to gently massage her, “Move gently…”

Richelle glared at him with a hint of regret.

“You weren’t gentle last night, were you?”

Roy chuckled, “That’s a bit difficult of a request for me!”

Richelle pounded his chest once, “Making excuses…”

Roy grinned, “If I were gentle, would you be satisfied?”

Richelle twisted his chest muscle hard. This time, it was Roy’s turn to hiss.

“Rascal!”

The couple playfully teased each other before Richelle returned to the main topic.

“You actually have weekends off now?”

Roy helped her sit up, and they leaned against the headboard, chatting leisurely.

As Roy stroked her hair, he stretched lazily with a rascal-like expression.

“I skipped work!”

“Huh?”

Richelle looked at him in disbelief, “You really skipped work?”

Roy nodded, “I told Benjamin Fred that, for the sake of my family’s happiness, I needed at least half a day off every week. Otherwise, my wife would run away with our kids again!”

Richelle burst out laughing.

“Master Lewis, you’re clearly slandering your wife.”

Roy clicked his tongue, “How is it slander? You have a dark history, and my fragile heart has been greatly hurt and traumatized by you!”

Richelle laughed so hard because of his serious nonsense that she held her stomach, and then winced in pain, tears instantly streaming from the corners of her eyes.

Roy found her actions both amusing and annoying. He scolded her for being insensitive, but his hands were incredibly gentle as he massaged her sore spots.

The couple stole a few more moments in bed, playing around for another ten minutes before they heard their children’s voices outside the bedroom door.

“Grandpa Axel said dad didn’t go to work today. Should we go in and see if it’s true?”

“Little sister, dad and mom are resting. We shouldn’t disturb them.”

Clearly, Timothy, as the big brother and a boy, knew more than Tifanny.

“Big brother, can’t we just take a peek?”