Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Richelle Dunn was hit so hard that she felt dizzy and staggered, falling to the ground.

A familiar voice came from above her head, “Edbert Lewis, what the hell are you doing?”

Next, she was held up by a large hand on her arm, “Dr. Dunn, are you alright?”

Richelle looked up and met Roy Lewis’s deep eyes, “Not really…”

She leaned against the wall, relying on Roy’s strength to stand up with difficulty.

Roy spoke earnestly, “I’m sorry. The patient inside is my third aunt, and her son, who just hit you, was in a bad mood…”

Too many medical disturbances had happened to Richelle, but this was the first time it had happened to her.

She touched her already swollen cheek, hissed lightly, and sarcastically replied to him.

“So, if he’s in a bad mood, he can swing his fist at the doctor, and if he kills the doctor, who will save your precious lives?”

Edbert Lewis had already been taken away by Roy’s assistant, feeling ashamed of himself, Roy apologized again, and called over the medical staff to help treat Richelle’s injuries.

Roy Lewis stood by Richelle’s side while the medical staff were treating her wounds, whether out of guilt or something else.

Being calm now, remembering the vent of anger just now, Richelle weakly said to Roy while covering the injury with an ice bag, “Mr. Lewis, this has nothing to do with you, there’s no need for you to feel sorry. Just go and take care of your own things!”

But Roy stayed motionless. After a while, he finally said, “You’re still here so late, leaving Timothy and Tifanny alone at home?”

Richelle, tired, hungry, and in pain, glared at him when she heard his questioning tone.

“Don’t worry, my babies are very sensible and can take care of themselves!”

When Richelle returned home, both her little treasures were asleep. On the coffee table, there was a cartoon rabbit note.

“Mommy, thank you for your hard work, we’ll sleep first. Love you, goodnight!”

Richelle’s exhaustion evaporated instantly after seeing the note.

Early the next morning, Richelle got up early, prepared breakfast and left a note for the kids, and then drove to The Lewis house.

Roy Lewis’s acupuncture treatment was a course of half a month. As Richelle had sharply reprimanded Roy last night, she couldn’t help but feel apprehensive when entering his house.

Now that her relationship with her eldest son was slowly progressing, she didn’t want to offend Roy at this critical moment.

Inside the living room, Roy Lewis was reading the newspaper with his young son by his side.

Richelle had initially planned to exchange pleasantries with Roy to improve their relationship, but she became too distracted when she saw her son Timmy.

“Timmy? It’s Sunday, aren’t you going to sleep in?”

Timothy and Tifanny usually had study courses on weekends, but they slept in on Saturdays and Sundays.

Timmy glanced at her swollen face, worry clearly visible in his eyes.

“What happened to your face?”

Despite the softness in his voice, there was a coldness to his tone, devoid of human warmth, much like his father.

However, Richelle could hear his concern and worry. She felt both gratified and sad as she wondered when she would finally hear her eldest son call her ‘mommy.’

She touched her slightly swollen face and smiled reassuringly, “It’s nothing. Just bumped into something yesterday!”

Timmy looked at her dubiously for a long time, then turned to his father, evidently seeking confirmation.

Roy Lewis pretended not to see his son’s questioning gaze and put the newspaper aside to ask Richelle, “Is your face feeling better?”

Richelle thought, can’t you see if I’m doing better or not?

She replied perfunctorily.

“A little better, Mr. Lewis, can we start now?”

Her work schedule today was packed. After acupuncture for Roy, she would go to the hospital to check on last night’s patient, who was Roy’s third aunt. In the afternoon, she planned to find a nanny at a housekeeping agency.

At first, when she wasn’t sure where to look for her eldest son, she had been prepared for a prolonged battle and did not hire a nanny.

Now that she had found her son, she was determined to stay in Kindur. Being constantly busy with work, she realized that leaving her two young children at home was not a viable long-term solution.

Roy Lewis seemed to have forgotten her awful attitude from last night and cooperated by getting up, “Sure!”

Seeing the disappointment on her older son’s face, Richelle Dunn hurriedly handed over the food container in her hand and asked Roy Lewis, “I made some snacks for breakfast this morning. Timmy and Tifanny told me that Timmy likes them too, so I brought some over.”

As she spoke, she glanced at her son.

The young master’s face brightened up a bit. After the hunger strike incident, Roy Lewis dared not confront his son anymore. Moreover, he had promised him that as long as he wanted to eat, he would let Richelle Dunn cook for him.

“Timmy, thank Dr. Dunn!”

The young master came over, took the food box, and said “Thank you.” Still, he refused to address Richelle Dunn.

Richelle Dunn felt a bit sad, but she dared not ask for too much. Being able to see her son up close now and occasionally bring him something delicious was already satisfying.

Roy Lewis had already taken a step towards the stairs. Richelle Dunn quickly bent down, gently hugged the young master, fearing his rejection, hurriedly let go, and followed Roy Lewis upstairs.

Today’s Richelle Dunn had lost the mood to tease Roy Lewis.

She placed the silver needles next to the bed, “Mr. Lewis, please put two pillows under you and lean against the headboard.”

Roy Lewis had already prepared himself for the “hard-to-find acupuncture points” like yesterday. He was a bit surprised when she said this, “Didn’t you say the acupuncture points are difficult to find?”

Last night, before going to bed, he drank the Chinese medicine that Richelle Dunn had prepared for him. He fell asleep shortly after lying down and woke up this morning feeling refreshed.

It was the first time in seven or eight years that he fell asleep without the help of sleeping pills, and the feeling was not bad.

Moreover, because of yesterday’s emergency surgery, the dean had also told the Lewis family members that without Richelle Dunn, his aunt would not have been saved.

So, in terms of medical skill, he had basically come to trust Richelle Dunn.

Even though he had initially suspected that Richelle Dunn was trying to seduce him, he was now sure that she was telling the truth when she said the acupuncture points were difficult to find.

Richelle Dunn reacted quickly, with an “Oh” and responded to him without blushing, “The acupuncture points today are different from yesterday.”

Anyhow, Roy Lewis didn’t know about acupuncture points, and he didn’t have eyes on the back of his head.

Roy Lewis didn’t question it, put the pillows behind him as she had said, and leaned against the headboard with his head turned to the side.

Richelle Dunn was wearing a loose V-neck sweater and a long coat today. She took off the coat when she entered, and while Roy Lewis was preparing, she rolled her sweater sleeves up to her arms, put her hands behind her, neatly coiled her long hair into a bun, and secured it with a rubber band.

Roy Lewis lay down with the pillows under him and turned his face to her side. His gaze naturally fell on her face.

Two strands of hair hung down on her cheeks, one side of her face was white and rosy, beautiful and charming, while the other side was bruised and swollen, pitiful.

When these two completely opposite words floated in his mind, Roy Lewis was shocked.

Had he really been sizing up a member of the opposite sex in such detail?

This was impolite!

His gentlemanly instincts were reminding him, while another primitive force within him was urging him on.

His gaze, seemingly uncontrollable, moved from her face to her rosy lips, and then downward, finally resting on her delicate collarbone, which was barely visible inside her collar as she tied her hair up.

“Gulp!”

Roy Lewis could clearly hear the sound of himself swallowing saliva, and his wild thoughts stopped abruptly.

At this moment, Richelle Dunn had her hair tied up. She walked to the front of the bed and knelt on one knee on the bed.

“Mr. Lewis, move a little closer to my side.”

Roy Lewis cooperatively moved closer, and Richelle Dunn reached out to support the back of his head. The slightly cool fingertips accidentally brushed against the back of his neck, causing an electrifying feeling that startled both of them for a moment.

Time seemed to freeze, and both Richelle Dunn and Roy Lewis remained stiff for a while. After a while, Richelle Dunn reacted, coughing a few times to cover up her embarrassment.

“Mr. Lewis, you’re producing static electricity because of the dryness. This isn’t good for your body.”

Roy Lewis responded with a “Hmm,” agreeing, “I’ll have someone bring in a humidifier later.”

The two of them, with straight faces, blamed the inexplicable electrifying sensation on the dry air.

Richelle Dunn turned her head, took a deep breath from an angle that Roy Lewis couldn’t see, and calmed down. Only then did she turn her face back, place her left hand on the back of his head, and stab the silver needle into the acupuncture point on the side of his brain with her right hand.

Roy Lewis closed his eyes, clearly feeling her hot breath and the breeze from her moving sleeves on his face. That faint fragrance attacked him once more.

Roy Lewis felt like he was going crazy. Why did he always think that her scent seemed familiar?