Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Chapter 294: Chapter 290: Master Lewis, remember to lock the door next time you do something bad!

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Roy Lewis’s body stiffened, and at that moment he felt like dying.

For fuck’s sake!

Even the usually well-composed man couldn’t help but swear inwardly, bending his body down to shield Richelle Dunn underneath him.

Then, lifting his head with a dark expression, he spoke coldly to Timmy, who had burst in with Timothy.

“Timmy Lewis, take your brother and go out!”

Fortunately, the living room area of his study was by the floor-to-ceiling window, probably a good thirty feet from the door, and the sofa was placed vertically, meaning that what could probably be seen from the entrance was just the top of his head above the armrest.

Still, even if his sons didn’t see much, he felt incredibly frustrated!

This hard-to-come-by passionate moment and perfect atmosphere had finally arrived, and he thought he could finally address the feelings he’d suppressed for so many months.

But the moment was ruined by two little troublemakers!

He had to swallow his unsatisfied desires, listening to the door slamming shut.

Sheltered by his entire body, Richelle couldn’t help but laugh, her hand pressing against his chest as she giggled.

Roy was already wound up, and this scare by the two little brats had nearly made him piss himself.

Not only was his arrow of desire knocked off course, but he was probably going to be left with a psychological shadow.

Feeling both frustrated and annoyed, he heard Richelle’s laughter beneath him, and hating it, bent his head down, biting her lips with the tip of his teeth. Finally, feeling his temper subside a bit, he let go of her lips and propped himself up on his knees.

“I’m going to take a shower!”

With his mood interrupted, a shower was the only way to cool down.

Richelle stifled her laughter and reached up to hook her arm around his neck, gently kissing his lips for comfort, but couldn’t resist mocking him.

“Master Lewis, remember to lock the door next time you’re doing something naughty!”

Roy was already feeling frustrated, and Richelle’s relentless teasing only made it worse. In anger, he raised his hand and smacked her butt, glaring at her.

“Keep on jabbering, and I’ll make sure you can’t get out of bed tomorrow.”

If Richelle had ever been afraid of Roy, now he seemed like nothing more than a paper tiger to her.

She stuck her tongue out at him and pulled a face, “Oh, I’m so scared!”

Roy didn’t know if he should laugh or cry when he heard her mimicking Tifanny’s tone, and realized that their spirited, infuriatingly accurate kids must have picked this side up from her!

Powerlessly, he ruffled her hair and gave her another heavy kiss. “You’d better take a shower too, and then come down for dinner.”

Richelle watched him walk away with his long strides, still unwilling to let him off the hook.

“Wow, Master Lewis, you still remember you need to eat?”

Roy was truly frustrated by her and their sons. Turning his head, he pointed at her with a smile, pretending to threaten her.

“Just wait and see how I’ll deal with you tonight!”

Chuckling, Richelle went from his study to his bedroom, and then back to her own room.

Roy took a quick cold shower and then went downstairs, grabbing his two sons who had just ruined his plans and leading them to the wall with a stern face.

“Both of you, straighten your backs and legs, and stand against the wall!”

Timmy and Timothy blinked their big, innocent eyes at him, both brothers vaguely aware they’d done something wrong but not expecting their dad to be so angry.

“Daddy…”

Timothy called out softly, his mouth pouting as he tried to act cute and protest.

This tactic usually worked perfectly, but today, Roy merely glanced at him dismissively.

“Stand up straight, keep your hands by your side, and don’t act cute!”

Timothy reluctantly complied with a pout.

“Timmy, as the big brother, don’t you know that you should knock before entering a room?”

“We did knock…” Timmy replied with a hum.

Timothy added indignantly, “Yeah, we did knock. It’s just that you didn’t hear us!”

Roy was momentarily taken aback by their unanimous protest but quickly regained his composure and spoke seriously.

“Even so, haven’t I told you before? That’s where Daddy works, not a place for you to play!”

Normally, Roy wouldn’t have bothered about such matters with his kids.

However, earlier was an opportunity he’d been waiting on for months. And just when he thought he’d finally score, these little brats ruined everything!Nᴇw chapters are publɪshed on ɴovᴇl(ꜰ)ir(e).nᴇt

“Anyway, both of you reflect on your actions and stand here nicely until dinner time!”

With an angry face, Roy issued his punishment before returning to his study to finish some leftover work.

This was the first time the brothers had ever been punished by their father. As soon as Roy turned away, Timothy stuck his tongue out at him and quickly resumed his naughty antics with his brother.

Crouching down in the form of a squat, Timmy practiced while being punished, and Timothy leaned against the wall, dissatisfied and complaining.

“Big brother, why do you think Daddy’s face is so dark?”

While catching his breath, Timmy gave his brother a serious answer.

“Because we ruined Daddy’s good time!”

Since he had been walking ahead, he had a clearer picture of his dad’s reaction and body language.

Moreover, having studied medicine with his mom for some time, he knew more about adult affairs than his younger siblings did.

Nevertheless, Timothy wasn’t dense either, and after thinking it over, he seemed to understand what he and his brother had ruined for their dad.

“Hmph, what’s that got to do with us? It’s his own fault for not locking the door….”