Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Roy Lewis was completely unaware of his precious son secretly meeting with the other two children. After the meeting in the afternoon, he hurried to the kindergarten to pick up his precious son.

In the car, Roy Lewis, as usual, opened his laptop to look at the files. His young son, who usually had little interaction with him, suddenly asked him.

“Daddy, why don’t you marry the woman with the last name Dunn?”

The way his son referred to Kiara Dunn made Roy Lewis frown.

“Timmy, I won’t marry her, but she is still your mother!”

Roy Lewis considered himself emotionally detached, but he still had basic respect for parents and elders.

Timmy was his son, and he could be willful in many ways, but he couldn’t even deny his parents.

The little prince held his lips as he met his father’s gaze for a moment, then turned his face away, propping his hand on the car window and remained silent, looking outside.

The Lewis family has always been strict in cultivating heirs. Since he was a child, Timmy had been required to be independent and strong-minded. The young Timmy was silent and introverted, and Roy Lewis had never known how to get along with him.

Both father and son were reticent, sometimes not talking for a week and usually not more than five sentences.

He had tried consulting professionals, who suggested that the child should have more contact with his mother.

But lately, his son had not been too happy after seeing Kiara. When asked, he didn’t want to say anything. Could it be the rumors of Kiara Dunn and the young master of the Zadras that reached his ears?

Roy Lewis stared at the back of the little guy’s stubborn head, wondering how to advise him, but then he heard his son ask, “Will you marry another woman?”

Roy Lewis didn’t even think about it and replied, “No!”

Women were troublesome creatures—if possible, Roy Lewis wished he never had any intimate contact with them in his life.

The little prince turned his head and fiddled with the corner of his clothes. The usually expressionless little face was a rare sight of nervousness.

“Then will you let me go with mommy?”

The little prince had never called Kiara Dunn “mother” in front of Roy Lewis, but he was not particularly sensitive in this regard. Roy Lewis thought it was the effect of his earlier education on his son, and so he didn’t delve deeper.

What he didn’t realize was that the “mommy” the little guy was talking about was not Kiara Dunn, but someone else.

If Roy Lewis knew his son well enough, he would have found that his usually fearless son was particularly careful and nervous today.

But he just felt that his precious son was talking a lot today. Although the questions were a bit sharp and strange, he thought it was his son trying to get close to him, and he couldn’t help but feel a little happy.

Always not very good at expressing emotions, Roy Lewis hesitated for a moment, his big hand covering the little head, forcefully rubbing it, and solemnly made a promise.

“No! Daddy will never let you go with anyone!”

He thought that perhaps it was the meeting yesterday when Kiara Dunn said something that made the little guy feel uneasy.

But with his daddy’s promise, the little prince didn’t seem to be happy.

Afterward, he didn’t speak again, and the father and son returned home without a word.

The housekeeper in the hallway took the outer coats and bags of the two masters, one big and one small, and carefully began to report.

“Master Lewis, Dr. Richelle Dunn is here…”

Roy Lewis frowned, wondering why this woman was so hard to deal with, but his son, who had just taken off his shoes, didn’t even put them back on and ran barefoot into the house.

Richelle Dunn, who had not been there long, immediately stood up when she heard the door opening. Her hands hung nervously in front of her, intertwining.

Seeing her eldest son running in barefoot, her eyes immediately filled with tears, and she ran forward two steps, fearing she would scare her son, then stood still, her trembling voice low and gentle, calling, “Timmy?”

The little prince stood there, staring straight at her with wide eyes.

“What are you here for? To get a death sentence?”

Roy Lewis’s cold questioning pulled mother and son back to reality.

Richelle Dunn knew she had lost her composure, quickly hiding the affection in her eyes and shifting her gaze away from her son. She pointed to the documents on the table and tried to calm herself down as she spoke.

“Mr. Lewis, I apologize for yesterday. These materials are from the teacher to be sent to you…”

Yesterday, she was a miracle doctor who could defy the heavens and change fate; today, she was a pitiful mother who just wanted to see her son.

Roy Lewis’s eyes were deep, wondering how Richelle Dunn’s attitude had changed 180 degrees since yesterday.

And, if it was just sending documents, what was the intention behind sending the lunch box as well?

Under his scrutiny, Richelle Dunn had nowhere to hide, but she desperately wanted to do something to convey her longing and love for her elder son.

Therefore, when Timothy revealed everything about going to the kindergarten to see her eldest son in the morning, she had no intention of getting angry. All she could think about was what to do for her eldest son to express her belated motherly love.

Timothy said that his big brother liked puff pastries, so she went to a nearby DIY Bakery and made several types of puff pastries. When it was about time, she carried a large box full of pastries and the prepared materials and went to the Lewis house.

Her mind was filled with thoughts of her elder son, and she couldn’t care less about what Roy Lewis thought of her.

Now, with Roy Lewis’ inquisitive and unfriendly gaze upon her, she regretted her recklessness.

“These pastries… I made them myself…”

As for whom she made these pastries, she couldn’t say.

Roy Lewis thought she was just trying to get close to him in a different way, and his expression became even colder.

This woman, who was still eloquent and ready to tear him apart just yesterday, today, why is she so submissive?

“Dr. Dunn, don’t bother with these things, I’m not interested!”

“I know…” Richelle wanted to explain, but the young master standing next to Roy Lewis, with his little hands clenched into fists at his sides, suddenly asked.

“What kind of pastries?”

Roy Lewis looked down in surprise at his son, and Richelle was also stunned. However, she quickly recovered, crouching down to uncover the box, her eyes eagerly looking at her elder son.

“They are all puff pastries, with durian filling, lotus paste filling, salted egg filling, and other savory fillings. Tim… Timmy… Young Master, right? Would you like to try one?”

Richelle was a bit cautious and ingratiating, afraid that her elder son would not appreciate her affection.

Roy Lewis had never seen such a thick-skinned woman before, and he coldly refused.

“No need, my son doesn’t like pastries!”

As soon as his words fell, the young master had already walked to Richelle’s side, pointing at the pastry box and asking her.

“If I like them, will you keep making them for me?”

His eyes were blazing, fixed intently on Richelle’s face.

Richelle was full of tenderness, almost overflowing, suppressing the urge to hug him and caress him. She took out a wet wipe, carefully wiping his little hands clean, and gave her hurried assurance.

“Yes! Yes!” As long as her son wanted them, she would try her best to satisfy him, “Mom… I’ll make them for you forever!”

Roy Lewis looked at Richelle and his son with a strange expression, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Richelle’s eyes were only filled with her elder son, and she couldn’t care less about him.

She took a deep breath through her nose, took out a piece of durian pastry, and placed it on his soft little hand, “It’s still a bit warm, eat it quickly!”

The young master held the pastry, his eyes unblinkingly fixed on her.

Richelle’s nose tingled under his gaze, and she couldn’t help it any longer. She lightly hugged him and whispered in his ear with teary eyes, “My precious child!”

Fearing that Roy Lewis would notice something unusual, Richelle quickly picked up her precious son and placed him on the sofa.

Although she didn’t have eyes in the back of her head, she could still feel Roy Lewis’ burning gaze on her back.

Roy Lewis had never seen such a despicable and shameless woman, nor had he ever seen his son behave like this.

From beginning to end, she seemed to have a tight grip on his son’s weakness.

This woman must not stay!

“Who told you to make them forever? Richelle Dunn, get out now!”

Richelle turned around, her face full of pleading, “Mr. Lewis…”

The young master, holding a piece of durian pastry, saw his father speak and his face suddenly darkened. He bit his lip, his resentful gaze sweeping from Roy Lewis to Richelle. He raised his little hand and forcefully threw the durian pastry away.

“Since you can’t make them forever, then I don’t want them!”

After saying this with a trembling voice and teary eyes, the young master slid down from the sofa, shoved Richelle away, and ran off with a “thud”.

As a child, his strength was limited, but Richelle still staggered backward after being pushed by him. She turned around and looked at the small figure fading from her sight through misty eyes…