Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Richelle Dunn returned to her bedroom without turning on the light, and threw herself onto the bed in a sprawling “big” character position in the darkness.

She had lost her cool today, for sure.

The previous time she lost her cool was during an elevator incident, which was somewhat forgivable given the situation.

But her earlier outburst downstairs was rather inexcusable.

Roy Lewis’s words were indeed for her own good.

Yet, she repaid his kindness with hostility in a most horrendous way.

Looking at it this way, she was an unabashed jerk too.

Richelle felt a pang of guilt. She took out her phone, contemplating whether to send Roy an apology.

But after a few tries, she finally abandoned the idea.

Originally, she didn’t want to be too entangled with him. Being ungrateful or playing the villain was fine—as long as they restore some distance between them.

But she had forgotten that many things in life, once embarked upon, cannot be retraced—just like relationships and the emotions one has given out.

Right now, Richelle did not yet realize that she had reached the point of no return.

And with the step Roy had taken, he too couldn’t go back anymore.

On the way home, Roy was very silent.

Timothy was somewhat resentful at first, but when he sensed that his dad was not in a good mood, he moved closer, climbed into Roy’s lap, and hesitantly wrapped his little arms around him.

Roy was initially surprised. His son had always been standoffish. He usually talks tough even when he’s worried or cares about something. A comforting hug like this was unprecedented.

But soon, Roy figured it out.

It was obviously due to the influence of Richelle and her family that his son was willing to express his feelings in such a considerate way.

He gently wrapped his arm around Timothy’s back, lowering his head to lightly rub against his son’s soft hair.

“Baby, Daddy’s okay, don’t worry!”

For the first time, Roy seemed to sense a connection of feelings with his son.

Timothy nodded in his arms, gently patting his waist.

“Daddy, Dr. Dunn, she…she has it tough…”

Though Timothy was snappy and contrary, he understood everything in his heart.

He didn’t know much about the adults’ affairs as a child, but he could feel the sadness of both his dad and Richelle, even if he didn’t understand what had happened between them.

A jolt went through Roy. “Baby, did Timothy or Tifanny say anything to you?”

As far as he knew Richelle, she would not take advantage of their son to gain sympathy.

Timothy shook his head. “No, but she’s tending to two kids all by herself. Isn’t it tough?”

Roy felt a touch of disappointment, but soon chuckled self-deprecatingly.

He had hoped to get information about Richelle from his young son.

Perhaps he was a bit too eager about Richelle.

Early next morning, Richelle was woken up by a phone call.

She fumbled for her phone under her pillow, put it to her ear, and answered in a drowsy voice.

“Hello, good morning…”

“Richelle, quickly check Microgrid. Are you the woman being hunted down by the whole web?”

Richelle had barely slept last night, only dozing off just before dawn, so she was rather groggy at the moment.

“Hunted? I’m just an ordinary citizen, what am 1 being hunted for?”

“Are you still in bed? Hurry up and see if the woman with Master Lewis is you?”

Master Lewis’s woman?

Richelle startled awake.

“Hold on, let me check!”

She quickly got up, opened the Microgrid app, and immediately saw the top search with an exclamation mark at the top of the trending searches list.

#Master Lewis’s Woman#

Damn it!

Richelle Dunn immediately thought of the incident where she was trapped in the elevator yesterday and clicked on the title to take a look.

As expected, she saw a grand group photo of the supremely dignified Master Lewis and his “woman” which was her, standing at the elevator entrance.

Although the photo wasn’t very clear, probably snapped from the surveillance footage, Roy Lewis’ face was just too handsome and his aura too exceptional that anyone with eyes would be immediately drawn to him.

Considering his incredibly influential background that was powerful enough to metaphorically kill someone with a single toss, it wouldn’t be a surprise if anything related to him, including him holding a long-haired woman or even a pig, would make a top search.

As for her, the woman who was supposedly wanted by the whole internet, she appeared like she had osteomalacia, weakly drooping onto him, her arms around his neck, head buried in his chest, looking frail like she’d just gone through some indescribable intense exertion.

As for Master Lewis, he had one arm wrapped around her waist and the other hand caressing the back of her head. His eyes were half-closed, gentle yet also filled with worry and anxiety, despite the blurry photo.

Richelle Dunn covered her face and sighed heavily!

Damn it!

Did she really appear so pitiful at that moment?

No wonder Roy Lewis was so agitated afterward.

Her ghost-like appearance could be mistaken for somebody else!

With a thousand wild imaginary horses running through her mind, Richelle Dunn looked at the countless comments below, which nearly knocked her out.

“Release Master Lewis, you wicked woman. Let me take over!”

“Damn, who’s that wicked woman? She didn’t even dare to lift her head. Could she be so ugly she’s scary?”

“Even without showing her face, she’s claiming to be Master Lewis’ woman. She should get lost right away!”

With comments refreshingly increasing, Richelle started getting more headaches and became more irritated. In the end, she chose to close the comments section, electing to scan the detailed report instead.

This glimpse was enough to shock her out of her wits.

[According to the rescue personnel at the scene, when the elevator was pried open, Master Lewis and the girl were tightly cuddled up. When asked about their relationship, Master Lewis replied, “We’re lovers!”]

Richelle Dunn remembered Roy Lewis’ response, but she knew that he had only said so to protect her.

But the feeling of making such a declaration in front of only a few people and now having it publicly disclosed for all to see was like the difference between heaven and earth!

The only relief was that her real face had not been revealed online at all.

Evidently, the person who posted this video still had considerable fear of Roy Lewis.

But even with just this level of exposure, she didn’t know how to face Roy Lewis!

To be honest, Richelle really wanted to play dead.

But the timing was critical for Roy Lewis’ current treatment. Even a single day of interruption could potentially impact the effectiveness of subsequent treatments.

Wanting to avoid duty but unable to do so, Richelle eventually had to show up at Roy Lewis’ house as usual.

To avoid awkwardness, she deliberately loitered around the garage for quite a while before going up, expecting the eldest son to be there to ease the atmosphere.

But to her surprise, only Roy Lewis was in the living room.

Struggling to appear normal, she said, “Good morning, Mr. Lewis.”

The man, however, was quite different from usual. Normally, he always sat calmly on the couch, nodding to her in greeting, then continued reading his news.

But today, he surprisingly put down his iPad and walked over to her.

Richelle instinctively wanted to step back but he had already approached her, taking the food box from her hands. His perceptive gaze fell onto her face.

Noticing her slightly dark circles, he raised his eyebrows.

“Didn’t sleep well last night?”

His voice was deep, and carried a sense of concern and worry.

Richelie’s heart almost leapt out of her chest; her face turned extremely red. The normally eloquent her had started to stammer.

“I… I slept fine, Mr. Lewis… And you?”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she wished she could bite her tongue off.

Richelle, you idiot! Just speak about yourself, why are you asking about him?

This kind of ambiguous question could lead to big misunderstandings!

Hoping that Roy Lewis didn’t hear her, or alternatively, would be too aloof to care as usual, she silently prayed.

However, he looked at her and replied to her question quite seriously.

“I didn’t sleep well!”