Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit - Chapter 315
Chapter 315: Chapter 311: What She Covets is Roy Lewis’s “Charm”
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Roy Lewis turned his head, his deep eyes filled with tender affection.
“You could say that!”
Richelle Dunn was bewitched by the deep affection in his eyes, staring as his handsome face drew closer and closer, his slightly cool lips pressed against hers, his long hand encircling her waist, gently pulling her into his embrace.
Richelle couldn’t help but wrap her arms around his neck, tilting her head slightly to meet his kiss.
The hall was decorated in a traditional Chinese style, with delicate wind chimes hanging on the antique wooden windows. When the wind blew, they produced a crisp, melodious ring.
Richelle, held in Roy’s embrace, could feel his heart racing just as fast and intensely as hers.
Their heartbeats gradually synchronized, becoming more powerful and magnificent in the pleasant sound of wind chimes.
Richelle had always known that she was infatuated with Roy’s handsome face, but at that moment, as their passionate kiss briefly paused, she glimpsed his attractive and masculine temple, and she suddenly had an impulse to paint a picture of this man.
Closing her eyes, she raised her hand, her fingertips tracing from his eyebrows, down the bridge of his nose, and finally landing on his slightly rough chin.
With her eyes closed, she could describe every contour of this man’s face. As she touched his features again, she couldn’t help but sigh, thinking how kind the Creator had been to him.
Richelle simply followed her own thoughts, her fingertips lightly touching every inch of Roy’s face.
Little did she know that her gestures appeared rather provocative and full of unspeakable allure to Roy.
Roy’s hand moved down, suddenly and deftly lifting her up.
As their lips briefly parted, Richelle suddenly felt weightless and instinctively tightened her grip around his neck. Their foreheads pressed together, her eyes wide and hazy as she stared at his mesmerizing face.
Roy took a few steps forward, bending down to place her on the tatami by the window, his single knee bent and his hand supporting her by her side as he leaned forward.
The wind chimes tinkled again, but all Richelle could hear was Roy’s low, husky murmurs near her ear.
“Baby, do you know? At first, in my dreams, with you…”
The cool breeze outside rustled the treetops, the pink flowers swaying in the wind, and an unknown bird perched on a branch, stretching its neck and singing towards the sky.
Inside and outside the room, the scenery was beautiful.
Richelle never expected to see this wild side of Roy.
If it weren’t for Nathan Caroule’s call at the last moment, this man…
Tsk, what a tease!
Richelle had always been frank. She admitted that she was just one of the many people attracted to Roy’s “beauty,” so when the phone rang, her inner voice was synchronized with Roy’s barely audible, frustrated “Damn!”
Richelle got up with a trace of regret, straightened her clothes, and paced to the other side of the painting studio.
For her, painting was a fast-acting calming agent. Soon, she had forgotten her previous regret and was immersed in the romantic atmosphere of art.
That was, until she saw the painting entitled “The Piano Boy” on the wall.
Her pupils suddenly dilated.
This painting, she remembered, had been donated to a welfare foundation in South Asia. How had it ended up here?
“What are you looking at?”
Richelle didn’t even have time to move away.
Because Roy’s gaze had already fallen on the painting hanging on the wall.
“Huh?”
As expected, he quickly noticed the problem.
“Richelle, why does the little girl in this painting look so much like our Tifanny?”
Richelle pretended to take a closer look and then said, “This should be Tifanny!”
Instead of letting him guess piece by piece, she decided to give him half the answer.
Roy looked at her with an expression seeking an explanation because the little girl in the painting was only partially visible, as she was focused on playing the piano with her eyes downcast.
While he thought the girl resembled Tifanny, Roy couldn’t be 100% sure. He glanced at the artist’s signature, “Tailfish,” an unfamiliar name to him.
From what he knew, the paintings in Old Brown’s studio were generally quite well-known.
Therefore, this “Tailfish” must be some kind of emerging artist.
“This is probably a scene of Tifanny at a competition several months ago. This dress was custom-made for her by a friend of mine.”
Roy took the explanation without question, carefully examining the painting of his beloved daughter while asking, “Do you know the painter?”
Richelle shook her head with a smile, “Haha, yes, I know her. She’s pretty famous in South Asia, but I’ve heard she’s quite eccentric and mysterious, never showing her face.”
Roy wasn’t sure if he believed her, but he turned back to the painting with a thoughtful expression.
Then, he grabbed Richelie’s hand, “Let’s go!”
Richelle didn’t know what he was planning, but obediently lifted her foot and followed him.
“Where are we going?”
“To find Old Brown and buy that painting.”
Richelle secretly heaved a sigh, nearly speaking up but ultimately not telling him the truth.
“Old Brown, how much for that Piano Boy painting in your studio? I want to buy it.”
Old Brown was in the living room, organizing some teas and flower teas, when he suddenly heard this and looked up with surprise.
“When did you become so refined?”
Roy didn’t hide anything, “The little girl in the painting is my daughter Tifanny..”
