Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Richelie Dunn arrived at the Lewis residence just before seven, she strode into the living room excitedly and saw Roy Lewis sitting on the couch with an iPad, as usual, which made her frown.

“Mr. Lewis, when you’re sick, you should stay in bed and rest.”

Roy Lewis looked up and smiled at her, not taking it seriously himself.

“Don’t listen to Uncle Axel exaggerating, it’s just a slight fever.”

Richelle Dunn walked over with a cold face, took the iPad from his hand, and pulled at his wrist to get him up.

“Get back to bed now!”

Roy Lewis had no choice but to cooperate and stand up. Otherwise, with her strength, it would be impossible to get him up, and he didn’t want her little arms and legs to get hurt, which would make him feel bad.

“Is it really necessary…”

Richelle Dunn glared at him fiercely, “I’m the doctor!”

Roy Lewis didn’t dare to provoke her and quickly raised his hands to show that he would compromise.

“Alright, I’ll go upstairs now.”

After saying that, he glared at Uncle Axel, who was enjoying the drama, and then strode towards the stairs.

Richelle Dunn followed him upstairs. After getting him settled, she first took his temperature, which was the same as before, slightly feverish.

Richelle had been frowning since she walked in, looking concerned.

Roy Lewis really wanted to smooth the wrinkles on her forehead but was afraid that it would be considered inappropriate. Instead, he could only try to reassure her by talking to her.

“I’m really fine, I just didn’t sleep well last night, and I guess I caught a cold when I went for a run this morning.”

Richelle didn’t know what to say to him, “If you knew you weren’t feeling well, why did you go for a run? With the fog and humidity these days, you should have run in the gym.”

Even a kid like Timothy or Tifanny would understand this common sense, yet he, a thirty-year-old man, was acting so foolishly.

Roy Lewis sensed her disdain and could only smile apologetically.

“Okay, I’ll be more careful next time.”

Richelle Dunn motioned for him to extend his hand, took his pulse, inspected his tongue, and only after confirming there was no serious issue did her expression soften a bit.

“You need to stay in bed and rest today, and not go anywhere.”

Though Richelle was stern, she was genuinely concerned for him.

He said he didn’t sleep well last night, probably because of some troubling matters.

And any matter that could trouble Roy Lewis must be important and serious.

If it were an ordinary patient, Richelle Dunn might let it slide and allow them to work a bit while resting.

But Roy Lewis was not an ordinary patient. His illness, if not handled carefully, could have disastrous consequences, so he needed constant attention.

This was something that Roy Lewis’s previous private doctor had paid close attention to as well.

Since Richelle Dunn took over, the burden has fallen entirely on her.

Roy Lewis never felt like there was anything serious going on, so he tried to negotiate with her pleasantly.

“Can I work in my study without going out? Is that okay?”

Roy Lewis had a pile of work waiting for him, how could he possibly stay in bed for a whole day?

But Richelle Dunn was utterly uncompromising, “No! Didn’t you say you didn’t sleep well last night? You need to catch up on sleep and rest today. Just have Nathan, your assistant, handle the work. The Lewis Group can survive without you for a day, but I can’t guarantee what will happen if you skip sleep for one day.”

Roy Lewis’s condition was unique, and she could not afford any mistakes.

Even setting aside their personal feelings for each other and just considering the doctor’s standpoint, she would not let him go to work today.

Roy Lewis knew that he couldn’t win against her, so he didn’t say anything more and thought to himself that once she left, he could secretly get out of bed and work without her knowing.

“Alright, I’ll rest well today.”

Richelle Dunn stared at him deeply, “Lie down, I’ll have Uncle Axel bring your breakfast, then take your medicine.”

Roy Lewis was very obedient, ate his breakfast, drank the cold and fever syrup, and obediently closed his eyes, behaving as well as Timmy throughout the process.

Richelle Dunn was quite satisfied, tucking him in, “You take a nap, I’ll call you when it’s time for acupuncture.”

Richelle got up, and her wrist was suddenly caught. She lowered her head and saw Roy Lewis looking at her with wide eyes.

“Stay with me!”

Roy Lewis, a grown man, had a tone that was somewhat like the coquettish way Timothy and Tifanny spoke to each other.

Richelle’s heart pounded violently, feeling nervous by his grip on her hand.

However, hearing his words, she couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“Roy Lewis, do you think you’re Timmy?”

Roy Lewis stared at her unblinkingly, still holding her wrist and not letting go.

Richelle didn’t know why, but she had just found it funny. When she met his silent gaze, she suddenly felt a pang of heartache.

She sighed inwardly and nodded at him.

“Alright, I’ll stay with you.”

They say men are always boys at heart, and the man lying sick before her seemed to have the intelligence and emotional age of a teenager or even a three-year-old.

Only when she promised did Roy release her hand.

Richelle dragged a single sofa from the living room and sat down, taking out her laptop and powering it on while talking to Roy Lewis.

“This sofa is so heavy, my hand almost broke.”

Richelle’s words seemed casual, but lying in bed, Roy could see the pout on her face, which closely resembled Tifanny’s adorable expression.

“Then get a lighter one…”, Roy looked at her with indulgent and pampering eyes.

Richelle was seriously reading the medical report her teacher had sent and replied to him absently.

“Let’s buy a bean bag sofa then…”

Roy had no idea what a bean bag sofa was, but he immediately agreed.

“Alright.”

Knowing that Richelle had work to do, he stopped talking. Whether it was because of the medication, feeling tired, or simply the presence of Richelle by his side, he soon fell asleep.

He woke up briefly during acupuncture but soon fell back into a deep sleep.

After removing the acupuncture needles, Richelle took his temperature again – the fever had subsided. Still, she stayed vigilant and instructed Uncle Axel and Timmy to keep an eye on his condition. She then left to treat Mrs. Camrey at the hospital.

Mrs. Camrey’s treatment had been ongoing for more than half a month, her condition had improved slightly, and she seemed more energetic.

“Dr. Dunn, our chef made some sweets and cakes that children love. You can take them home for your kids later.”

Ever since her confrontation with Mr. Lewis, Mrs. Camrey had been bringing small gifts, snacks, or toys for Timothy and Tifanny daily through Richelle.

Feeling indebted, yet grateful, Richelle accepted them, as they were not expensive items, but simply trinkets for children, making it difficult for her to decline.

“Thank you, Mrs. Camrey. My kids loved the cakes from yesterday.”

Mrs. Camrey was a very tactful person. After Richelle declined to take the children to her house last time, she never brought it up again. Instead, she tried to ease Richelle’s suspicions and grudges by offering a different approach.

Ultimately, even if her son’s odds were not great, she still hoped to help him so that both she and her son wouldn’t have any regrets.

“I’m glad they liked them. Our chef’s cakes are not only popular with children, even Hugo loves them,”

This was the first time Richelle learned that Hugo loved cakes, “Is that so? He never mentioned it.”

Mrs. Camrey laughed, “How could he tell you? In the past, he was ridiculed by boys in his class for liking cakes and sweets like a girl.”

Richelle scoffed, “Liking something has nothing to do with being male or female.”

Mrs. Camrey laughed even more, “Haha, that’s exactly how Hugo retorted to that classmate back then. You two are really similar in some ways.”

Richelle’s hand holding the needle paused for a moment before she laughed and said,

“Yes, it’s because we get along so well that we can be such good friends..”