Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Roy Lewis, a CEO who never worried about money from childhood, surprisingly developed empathy for the ordinary working class.

He readily paid ten times the deposit for noon.

A few minutes later, the other party had obviously received the money and sent a message, “Thank you for your generosity, we will speed up the process as much as possible!”

For some reason, Richelle Dunn’s smug smile resurfaced in Roy Lewis’s mind.

Perhaps it was because he had been confined to bed rest recently, and apart from Uncle Axel and Timmy, he had the most contact with Richelle Dunn. Thus, he inadvertently substituted her face for anyone without a specific appearance.

He shook his head, banishing the image of her face that made him want to administer a good beating, and focused on the documents presented before him.

At half past eleven, Uncle Axel brought in the prepared traditional Chinese medicine, “Master, here is today’s medicine.”

Roy Lewis took it, gulped down a large mouthful, then frowned and paused.

“Why does it taste so strange?”

If it weren’t for his faith in Richelle Dunn’s professionalism, he would suspect that she was playing a trick on him.

Uncle Axel was at a loss, as he didn’t understand any of this.

“Dr. Dunn said she changed the prescription, could it be a mistake? Shall 1 call her and ask?”

Roy Lewis, not one to meddle, didn’t think the call was necessary but for some reason, he uttered an “Mm-hmm.”

So Uncle Axel dialed Richelle Dunn’s number in front of him, while Roy Lewis’s heart was secretly looking forward to it.

After two rings, the call was picked up, “Uncle Axel, is something wrong?”

Richelle Dunn’s crisp and clean voice echoed in the study.

Roy Lewis instinctively checked the time, 11:35 PM, and she still wasn’t sleeping?

“Dr. Dunn, did 1 make a mistake in the preparation? I feel like today’s medicine tastes a bit strange…”

Uncle Axel, being smart, took responsibility for the issue before raising the question.

“Oh, that’s right, today’s medicine contains purple gromwell root, so the taste might be a bit strange. It’s not your fault, Uncle Axel – tell Mr. Lewis to drink it without worry.”

Uncle Axel gave Roy Lewis a look, signaling that he had heard everything and if there were any misunderstandings, he should ask for himself.

However, Roy Lewis didn’t ask about the traditional Chinese medicine, but instead asked, “Aren’t you going to sleep this late?”

It was as if the person who had been so picky about the taste wasn’t him.

It sounded like Richelle Dunn was typing on her keyboard on the other side, with faint “tap tap tap” sounds.

“Mm, I have a paper 1 need to submit urgently, so I’m working late. It’s fine, I’ll hang up first.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed really busy and didn’t wait for Roy Lewis to respond before hanging up.

Roy Lewis was left speechless for the second time tonight because of Richelle Dunn. However, not wanting to make a scene in front of Uncle Axel, he silently picked up the bowl of medicine, and against his disgust, finished the remaining black medicine in one go.

Uncle Axel took the bowl, “Master Lewis, you seem to have improved tremendously lately. Why don’t we ask Dr. Dunn tomorrow if we can adjust the prescription and stop taking painkillers?”

Roy Lewis shook his head. “If there were alternative medicines, she would have used them. If she didn’t let me stop taking them, it means there’s no other way for now.”

However, just a few days ago, he had prejudices against Richelle Dunn, thinking she was too attractive and young, and her behavior very frivolous, far from the professional image he held of doctors in his mind.

But unknowingly, he had begun to unconditionally trust her in terms of medical skills.

“Alright then…”, Uncle Axel said, sounding somewhat disappointed, and left with the bowl.

Roy Lewis saw that it was almost time, so he tidied up the files on the table, closed the computer, and went back to the bedroom to grab his clothes for a shower.

By the time he lay down on the bed, it was just midnight.

Although Richelle Dunn said she had changed the medicine, its sleep-inducing effects didn’t seem much different from the previous days.

Before going to bed, Roy Lewis was in the habit of analyzing the next day’s tasks. He was thinking about the data he saw just now but couldn’t get very far before sleepiness enveloped him, and soon, he fell into a deep slumber.

In his dream, he vaguely returned to that night once again.

This time, a hint of yellow light shone through the darkroom.

He looked up and saw that through the thin gauze window, there hung a crescent moon in the sky.

He lowered his eyes, looking at the beautiful woman with curly hair in his arms.

She slept deeply with her mouth slightly open, her delicate white hand clutching his clothes on his chest, her light, slow breaths hitting his chest one by one.

The moonlight sprinkled on her porcelain doll-like, tender face, prompting Roy Lewis to lower his head involuntarily and press his lips against her soft, moist skin.

“Mmm… Roy… don’t…”

The woman murmured in a low voice, her warm fingertips touching his chin, gently pushing him away.

Roy lowered his head, coaxing her in a hoarse voice.

“Richelle, be good…”

The morning sun streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling window, casting light on Roy’s handsome sleeping features.

“Daddy, get up!”

The young master, who usually rose later than him, climbed onto his bed, pinching his nose and shouting.

Roy was forcibly awakened from his beautiful dream by his son, opened his eyes, confronted with his son’s sparkling eyes, and was momentarily stunned.

He stared at his son, rubbing his eyes vigorously.

Was it his imagination? Why did his son’s smiling eyes look a bit like Richelle Dunn’s?

With his mind still foggy, Roy reached out to hold his son’s face, brought it closer, and looked carefully.

The young master, who was not in the mood for childish play today, couldn’t figure out what his father wanted to do and could only stare at him with wide eyes.

In those dark pupils, Roy’s enlarged face was reflected.

“Daddy!”

His son’s soft voice finally completely pulled Roy back to reality.

He shook his head, trying to shake off the figure that had occupied his mind all night.

However, Richelle’s smiling face, full of charm, seemed to be etched in his brain.

Roy felt somewhat irritated, gently patting his son’s face, “Timmy, go have breakfast first, Daddy will take a shower.”

The young master obediently hopped off the bed and ran out with a thud.

Roy stood under the showerhead, cupping water in his hands and rubbing his face hard.

He was a normal adult man who had had dreams at night before.

However, there was never an actual specific person in those dreams, mostly faces he couldn’t see.

But last night, not only did he see a face, but he also remembered every detail of the process!

He must be going crazy!

And the most terrifying thing was that the dream he had last night was clearly the continuation of the same dream he’d been having for the past few years.

It was the first time he had ever dreamed this continuation.

This was even more incredible.

In the past, that dream was a nightmare that he wanted to get rid of.

He had never thought about the continuation.

But it turned out that the continuation that should have been a nightmare was so beautiful that he didn’t want to wake up from it.

Moreover, this continuation was as real as reality itself.

In the dream, Richelle’s every frown and smile, her soft laughter and words, were still vivid in his memory.

Did Richelle cast some kind of curse on him?

Otherwise, how could everything that had nothing to do with her in the first place always end up involving her in the end?

Even when having a censored dream, the object would still turn out to be her?