Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Richelie Dunn was not a delicate person. However, she usually slept soundly, and after the shock in the elevator, she was particularly exhausted, so she slept especially heavy.

She was still groggy when Roy Lewis carried her out of the car.

She rubbed her eyes and shook her head in his arms, slowly regaining consciousness.

When she realized she was in Roy Lewis’s arms again, she was completely flustered.

Panic-stricken, she supported herself against Roy Lewis’s chest and said, “Mr. Lewis, I…”

Then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of IVLr. Chapman, the dean, looking over with an ambiguous smirk, and she let out an inward scream.

Damn it!

My reputation is ruined!

With this thought, her struggles intensified even more.

“Mr. Lewis, put me down. I’m okay, 1 can walk by myself!”

Her panicked appearance clearly showed she was afraid of getting entangled with him again.

Roy Lewis frowned, tightening his grip on her even more, and sternly rebuked her.

“Don’t move!”

Richelie wished she could find a block of tofu and knock herself out.

Dear heavens, please tell me that this man is actually the same one that women find intimidating – Master Lewis?

Mr. Chapman, who had been watching the show for a while, stepped in and said:

“Dr. Dunn, don’t move if you’re sick; you don’t want to make matters worse!”

Fuck off!

1 was just frightened, not physically injured!

Do they really think she’s lost an arm or a leg?

Fortunately, the hospital bed was just a few steps away, and after Richelle’s internal howling for a while, Roy Lewis bent down and gently placed her on the bed.

Mr. Chapman and the director hurried over asking, “What’s wrong? Where did you get hurt?”

Roy Lewis shook his head, “I don’t know, we’ll have to wait for the examination results to be sure.”

Richelie heaved a sigh and tried to sit up.

Roy Lewis reacted swiftly, pushing down on her shoulder with a warning look in his eyes.

“Lie down, don’t move.”

Roy Lewis’s seemingly ordinary actions towards Richelie left Mr. Chapman and the two directors dumbfounded.

Other than his own son, when had Master Lewis ever been so concerned about someone?

Could it be that they were about to have a madam?

Richelie was helpless under his forceful (authoritative) restraint and had no choice but to lie in bed obediently. Under the watchful eyes of the four men, she was pushed all the way into the elevator.

Perhaps it was Roy Lewis’s powerful aura, or the fact that Richelle’s “injury” led people to imagine too many unmentionable things, that Mr. Chapman didn’t dare to ask her where she was hurt along the way.

The other two directors, who had limited contact with Roy Lewis, have always been in awe of this big boss. Seeing Mr. Chapman silent, they dared not say anything out of turn either.

Richelle, lying in bed, felt as if she had been nailed to a pillar of shame.

Wasn’t Mr. Chapman usually quite talkative? Why had his mouth suddenly gone silent?

As for Roy Lewis, he didn’t take the initiative to explain her injury either.

Praying for anyone to break the awkward silence, Richelle finally spoke up about her “wounds” when nobody else did.

“Mr. Chapman, Mr. Lewis and 1 just experienced an elevator accident and were trapped in the elevator. 1 was a little shocked but have already recovered. However, Mr. Lewis insists on me coming to the hospital for a check-up. Later, you can just arrange a few routine tests for me…”

Before Richelle could finish, Roy Lewis interrupted her coldly.

“Casually? Have her thoroughly examined inside and out!”

Only then did Mr. Chapman understand the situation and breathed a sigh of relief.

Realizing that he had misunderstood both Roy Lewis and Dr. Dunn from the beginning, Mr. Chapman felt a little embarrassed.

Upon hearing their argument, he hurriedly interjected to mediate.

“Master Lewis is right. Dr. Dunn is the treasure of our hospital. She must go through a thorough examination, inside and out, without any errors.”

Roy Lewis looked at Mr. Chapman approvingly.

Richelle Dunn was rolling her eyes, thinking that Roy Lewis and Mr. Chapman were both foxes from the same lair. She felt that her voice didn’t matter here.

Richelle, who had given up resisting, sighed in defeat, and said.

“Fine, do whatever tests you want.”

Consequently, she was arranged for numerous checkups that included her brain, heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, hands, and feet. After being thoroughly examined in every aspect, she was finally pushed back to Mr. Chapman’s office on a wheelchair by medical staff.

Mr. Chapman greeted her, “Dr. Dunn, how are you feeling now?”

Richelle Dunn was forced to sit in a wheelchair like an elderly, sick person in various examination rooms, feeling quite annoyed. But she finally endured it all. Leaning on the armrest, she stood up, stretched her arms and legs, and gave AAr. Chapman a sideways glance.

“I feel completely fine. Mr. Chapman, do you want to have a match with me?”

Although Mr. Chapman had never seen Richelle’s skills in action, he had heard from other department heads that Dr. Dunn seemed to be a Taekwondo master.

He made a fist in a gauntlet gesture, “Dr. Dunn, please spare this old man.”

Roy Lewis, sitting nearby, felt a little frustrated that Richelle hadn’t glanced at him since entering the room.

This woman has quite a temper.

Wasn’t he doing her a favor by having her go through a thorough checkup?

But instead, she was treating him like an enemy, someone who killed her father.

However, he couldn’t compete with her, an emotionally affected patient.

“How are the test results?”

Richelle turned around, showing a smile as she responded to his dark gaze.

“Oh, IVLr. Lewis, you’re still here?”

Roy Lewis quietly sighed. Her proud attitude, why was it so similar to 4-year-old Timmy’s?

Could such a thing be contagious?

Roy Lewis ignored her sarcastic words and looked at her with concern.

“How are you feeling right now?”

Richelle wasn’t an ungrateful person, and she knew in her heart that Roy Lewis was only doing all this out of concern for her well-being.

Therefore, after showing off her quick wit and poking at Roy Lewis a couple of times, her frustrations subsided quite a bit.

And with Roy’s seemingly unflappable emotions, her punches felt as if they were hitting cotton, totally lacking force.

Gazing into his deep and tolerant eyes, Richelle began to feel that her little tantrum had been absurd.

Feeling guilty, she nodded obediently.

“Mmm, I feel great. I can go home now.”

Since Roy Lewis personally accompanied her for the checkup, he wouldn’t let her go just because she believed she was feeling good.

He looked at Mr. Chapman, who immediately ran back to his computer, “1’11 check it now!”

As she was Richelle Dunn, and considering the big boss was personally supervising the situation, her test results were expedited. At this point, almost all the results were displayed.

“Master Lewis, Dr. Dunn, you can come have a look. The results are out, and there are no problems.”

As a professional, Richelle was already aware of her physical condition and didn’t bother to check the results. Instead, she poured herself a glass of water and sat on the sofa to rest.

Roy Lewis, on the other hand, walked over. Mr. Chapman tried to offer him a chair, but he waved it off. Fie leaned in, half bending down, and carefully scrutinized each test result.

He hadn’t even looked at his own test results this closely.

Mr. Chapman was not only a good doctor but also an excellent observer.

Although his initial speculation that the injury was caused by Master Lewis’s strength was purely his imagination,

But now, he had never seen the boss’s serious and somewhat worried expression before.

Oh, Master Lewis and Dr.. Dunn were having an affair!