Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Roy Lewis was startled by the voice that emerged from his inner heart, steadied his mind, and replied to Richelle Dunn.

“Occasionally…”

In fact, he never had the habit of looking at the scenery in the car; his time was always precious. In the car, he either took the time to rest for a while or dealt with some affairs.

As for the street scenes outside the window, the same day after day patterns, he could describe them with his eyes closed,

Yet, it was Richelle Dunn who got closer and saw more, but became more and more indistinguishable!

Richelle Dunn was just trying to find a topic to liven up the atmosphere so that she could divert her attention.

As a result, she forgot that Roy Lewis was a person who was good at killing conversations.

Moreover, although he said he was looking at the scenery, his sharp gaze always fell on her, making her increasingly uneasy.

She had to keep making small talk.

“I thought that someone as busy as Mr. Lewis, who manages countless matters daily, would make good use of even the time in the car. But it turns out, you also have leisurely moments to enjoy the scenery.”

Roy Lewis seemed not to hear her teasing, and asked instead, “What about you?”

If talking and communicating were like doing business, then Roy Lewis would be the shrewdest businessman.

Because, he always used extremely short sentences to prompt long replies from Richelle Dunn.

Richelle Dunn cursed him for being cunning and shrewd in her heart but still obediently replied.

“I quite like sitting in the car and watching the scenery, especially on long trips. Seeing different landscapes can make my mood different.”

Roy Lewis considered himself a person with little emotional fluctuations. Few people and things around him could affect his emotions and mood, let alone the scenery.

He had never experienced such poetic emotional changes and perceptions of the seasons.

Right now, he still had no interest in the scenery, but he was full of curiosity about Richelle Dunn.

“What kind of scenery do you like?”

As a painter, Richelle Dunn’s brush had painted prosperity, desolation, splendor, and decay.

“Who doesn’t like a gorgeous landscape? However, there should always be some desolate, empty backgrounds to contrast and enhance the beauty of those blossoms.”

Richelle Dunn’s tone sounded calm, but Roy Lewis saw a touch of melancholy in her expression.

Was it his illusion?

Many times, looking at Richelle Dunn’s radiant or calm face, he thought she was a person who grew up in a honeypot.

Only people like that could be flamboyant and self-concerned without any scruples.

However, occasionally, like now, he would feel that because of her expressions or gestures, she was actually a person who had experienced ups and downs and gained great insights.

“Has your life had desolate moments?”

For someone her age who was already at the top of her field, she must have been considered a favored child of the heavens, receiving praise and recognition from the world.

Richelle Dunn’s lips curled up, revealing a faint, ambiguous sneer as she asked him.

“Does dying once count as desolate?”

Roy Lewis’ heart felt as if it was stabbed by a sharp tool. After a brief pain, he hesitated for a moment and asked her with a concerned frown.

“Was it like me, a disease? Or an accident?”

Roy Lewis completely forgot his manners and upbringing, recklessly trying to break into her territory and uncover the truth.

Richelle Dunn smiled, but her eyes revealed a chilling coldness.

“Sorry, no comment.”

When speaking to Hugo Camrey, she could casually talk about that painful past without any psychological pressure.

But she couldn’t do that in front of Roy Lewis.

Firstly, Roy Lewis was a participant in her painful experience.

Secondly, disregarding everything else, she didn’t want to have too many entanglements with someone like Roy Lewis, especially in terms of feelings.

Although she had never liked anyone before, she was the kind of person who would fight to get what she wanted, even if it meant breaking herself into pieces.

But for a man like Roy Lewis, his appearance held a fatal allure for her, and his character was calm, or rather, cold to the point of frightening others.

For any woman who falls for such a man, the outcome would be like a moth flying into a flame.

“I must have crossed the line…”

It wasn’t until now that Roy realized that even though he and Richelle knew each other for some time already, and he had even treated her as someone close to him.

But he knew nothing about her.

Like recently, he knew she wasn’t quite right and could be sure she was facing some trouble.

But no matter how much he hinted, she had no intention of seeking help from him.

Nathan Caroule suggested investigating her, but he was unwilling to do so.

He hoped that whatever he knew about her would come directly from her.

Instead of being recounted through someone unrelated with added embellishments or personal emotions.

Roy Lewis took his eyes off her, leaned his head back against the car seat, slowly closed his eyes, and the feeling of powerlessness surged through his heart once more.

Like when he first met her, after so long, she seemed to always find a way to make him feel frustrated.

What should he do with her?

In the car, it became suddenly silent because of Roy’s calmness.

Neither of them spoke. One seemed to be focused on driving, but various thoughts in both of their hearts were tangled together, making a mess.

And the other one seemed to be resting with eyes closed, but his mind was likewise in turmoil.

It wasn’t until the car entered the Central Library parking lot that the two of them had said a word to each other.

Richelle parked the car in a parking space, locked the car, and was about to wake up Roy.

But at this time, Roy opens his eyes and got out of the car.

The two of them walked into the elevator one after the other, and Roy, standing in front, turned and asked Richelle.

“Which floor?”

Richelle glanced at the floor indicator, “Sixteenth floor, going to buy medical books for Timmy first.”

There were only two of them in the elevator. Roy pressed the sixteenth floor, stepped back, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Richelle.

“In your observation, what area is Timmy most gifted in?”

In the past, Roy set Timmy on a path identical to his own.

But now, he felt like he could listen to Richelle’s opinions.

Because he was increasingly able to feel that Richelle’s feelings for Timmy perhaps weren’t much less than his own as a father.

He didn’t understand why she, who already had two children, would have feelings for Timmy similar to a mother’s for her child.

But he didn’t resist it, and even thought it was quite good.

It was good for Timmy, and for him, too.

Richelle had been considering this issue recently as well. For the time being, Timmy seemed to be exceptionally talented in several different areas, but as far as his personal interests were concerned, he was most interested in medicine for now.

“He has several talents that are equally obvious, but as far as his personal interests are concerned, the one he’s most interested in at the moment is medicine.”

If this were someone else’s child, Richelle wouldn’t have spoken with such certainty and subjectivity.

But Timmy was her son, and of course, she hoped he would develop in a direction he was interested in and good at.

Roy had anticipated this answer and had only one goal in asking the question.

“Dr. Dunn, can you teach Timmy everything you know to the best of your ability?”

Richelle was taken aback and raised her head to stare at Roy, about to ask him what he meant when the elevator suddenly emitted several strange noises: “clang, clang.”

Then the lights above flickered abnormally and the elevator plunged into darkness. At the same time, the rapidly descending elevator rattled with the impact of metal collisions.

The sudden accident made Richelle scream out loud “ah!”, then quickly holding her head and shrinking into a corner of the elevator..