Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Roy Lewis didn’t drink alcohol, but right now, he stood stubbornly like a drunkard at Richelle Dunn’s doorstep, repeatedly dialing a call that no one answered.

Perhaps it was pity from heaven for Roy Lewis, as on his third call attempt, he finally heard Richelle’s panting voice.

“Mr. Lewis, are you done with work?”

Roy Lewis didn’t say much, “Richelle, I’m at the door, open up!”

More than just hearing her voice, he wanted to truly see her, even touch and hold her.

Richelle, who had just finished taking a shower, quickly ran out with her wet hair, opened the door, and saw Roy Lewis standing outside, frowning.

Richelle hurriedly moved aside to let him in, “Mr. Lewis, what’s wrong?”

Roy Lewis frowned and weakly replied to her.

“Headache!”

Richelle quickly took Roy Lewis’ arm, helping him into her home.

“Why the sudden headache? Weren’t you fine this afternoon?”

Recently, Roy Lewis had basically quit taking sleeping pills and painkillers, only regularly getting acupuncture and taking proprietary medicine once in the morning and evening. But his headache symptoms had significantly improved compared to the past.

Richelle wasn’t sure if his pain was due to external stimuli or other reasons, and anxiously helped him into the living room.

She intended to let him lie on the sofa and rest for a while, giving him a simple diagnosis by taking his pulse first.

She glanced at the sofa, which was only about two-thirds his length, hesitated for half a second, then helped him towards her bedroom instead.

Although Roy Lewis had a severe headache, his mind was clear. He was somewhat confused when he saw her leading him to her bedroom door, but when she pushed it open and raised her chin slightly at him, he finally realized that she was inviting him into her bedroom!

“Richelle, this isn’t appropriate…”

Roy Lewis had been visiting Richelle’s home frequently for over a month but had never entered her bedroom. It wasn’t that he wasn’t curious or didn’t want to – denying it would be lying.

Yet their relationship hadn’t been defined, and as a grown man, entering her bedroom in the middle of the night seemed inappropriate, both in terms of etiquette and morality.

But Richelle forcibly dragged him inside, “You’re the patient, and I’m the doctor. What’s wrong with that?”

Under the bright light in the room, it was apparent that Roy Lewis’s face wasn’t looking good.

Richelle was worried to death and couldn’t care less about the distinction between men and women or personal space.

Roy Lewis couldn’t resist her, so he followed her wishes and lay down on her bed.

Richelle bent down and covered him with the blanket.

Seeing her wet hair, Roy Lewis’s frown deepened.

“Richelle, go dry your hair first. I’ll just lie down and rest for a bit.”

Richelle wouldn’t listen to him. She grabbed a towel from the side and skillfully wrapped up her wet hair, walked out, and quickly returned with a medicine box.

She placed a thermometer in his mouth and asked him to bite it, then sat down at the edge of the bed.

“Give me your hand!”

Roy Lewis obediently stretched out his hand, and Richelle took it, placing it on her lap, pursing her lips, and concentrating as she took his pulse.

“It’s fine, nothing serious.”

With his pulse relatively normal, Richelle sighed in relief.

She took the thermometer and checked it.

“Hmm, your temperature is normal. It seems that you’ve been working too hard lately, and your body is protesting.”

Once she confirmed it wasn’t a significant issue, Richelle’s heart finally settled.

Richelle stood up, put the thermometer back in the medicine box, and took out two sets of medicines, squeezing several pills from each.

“You can take some proprietary medicine and painkillers first, get a good night’s sleep tonight, and you should be fine tomorrow.”

Roy Lewis obediently nodded. Originally, he was anxious and irritable, only wanting to see her as soon as possible, with a stomach full of words he couldn’t wait to share.

But now, just watching her bustling figure and hearing her gentle words were enough to smooth his inner irritation and unease.

Richelle prepared the medicine and left the room, quickly returning with a glass of warm water.

“Can you sit up by yourself?”

Roy Lewis nodded, he wasn’t that fragile, actually.

Richelle Dunn waited for him to sit against the bed before handing him the medicine and water.

Roy took them, swallowed the medicine, and looked at her intently.

“Hurry and dry your hair…”

Richelle took the cup back and nodded.

“You should lie down. If you want to sleep, just go ahead.”

Roy took the opportunity to grab her hand and shook his head.

“No, I’ll wait for you!”

Richelle’s body stiffened for a moment, “Roy Lewis…”

Roy’s eyes showed a hint of a smile, “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you!”

Richelle glared at him, “I should have given you a few more injections earlier!”

Roy let go of her hand, “Be good, I’ll wait for you.”

Richelle rolled her eyes and walked out of the room.

With the bedroom door closed, Roy took the opportunity to look around her room.

He found that besides a bed, a computer desk and chair, and a wardrobe for clothes, there were no other furnishings.

The room was indeed simple, but it was this simplicity that made Roy feel comfortable and at ease.

Not knowing whether it was the medicine taking effect quickly or his own peace of mind, Roy closed his eyes and leaned against the bed to rest. Before long, he had fallen asleep.

Meanwhile, Richelle, who had been sent out to dry her hair, quickly returned with her half-dried hair loose and flowing.

Seeing Roy with his eyes closed, she tiptoed over, intending to wake him up and have him lie down properly. Suddenly, Roy opened his eyes.

“Is your hair dry?”

Richelle nodded, bent down, and tried to help him lie down.

But Roy caught her hand, his dark eyes staring intently at her.

“Richelle…”

Richelle responded with a “Hmm?” and looked deeply into his eyes.

Seeing the unspoken emotions swirling in his gaze, she asked him softly.

“Do you have something to say to me?”

Roy had always known that Richelle had a keen sense of other people’s thoughts, but he thought it only applied to the few children she cared about. Little did he know that even his own thoughts couldn’t be hidden from her.

“Yeah, I’ve been feeling quite down today!”

Richelle’s eyes widened as if hearing some shocking news, but she quickly returned to her usual demeanor, nodding for him to continue.

Her heart was indeed very surprised.

She never thought that the word “down” would come from the mouth of a man like Roy Lewis.

But she quickly realized that everyone has emotions, and emotional fluctuations are only natural.

As for someone like Roy, who seemed to maintain a calm demeanor, it didn’t mean he had no emotions.

Rather, it meant he knew how to hide them.

In other words, he knew how to pretend!

“Hmm, did something happen?”

Instead of pulling her hand away, Richelle sat down on the edge of the bed while he held her hand.

Roy’s good-looking eyebrows furrowed together again.

After hesitating for a moment, he slowly revealed the reason.

“Before Nathan, I had another assistant.. But eight years ago, he was killed by my enemies!”