Chapter 86: Chapter 82: Master Lewis, there’s no need for him to stoop to her level
Translator: 549690339
Early in the morning, Richelie Dunn entered the Lewis’ living room with breakfast. Usually, either Roy Lewis was there, or both father and son would be.
But today, only Timmy was there, playing games on his iPad.
“Timmy, where’s your dad?”
Timmy snorted, “He hasn’t gotten up yet!”
From Richelle’s understanding of Roy Lewis, he was a man with a very regular life. Unless there were special circumstances, the possibility of him not getting up at this time was zero.
Richelle couldn’t help but worry, she put down the food box, bent down to hug her eldest son who was beside her, “Timmy, good morning!”
The little master rubbed against her, “Morning!”
Richelle let go of him, touched his head, and said.
“Baby, you go eat breakfast first, I’ll go check on your dad.”
It was great that mommy was concerned about daddy, but thinking about daddy spending the night with some young lady last night, Timmy couldn’t help but feel sorry for his mom.
Mommy was so talented and beautiful, gentle and kind, she didn’t need to be with daddy who was such a fickle person!
Little master silently despised his own father in his heart, and held Richelle’s hand.
“Don’t bother with him, he’ll come down when he’s slept enough!”
Richelle looked down in surprise at her eldest son who was pulling her hand and preventing her from leaving.
She squatted down again, looking gently at her obviously upset eldest son.
“Did you have a fight with your dad?”
Little master snorted again, “Anyway, you don’t need to worry about him, he’s not a child, he’ll come down when he wakes up.”
Richelle grew more certain that Roy Lewis must have done something to offend this little ancestor.
She rubbed the little guy’s head, coaxing him.
“How about I just go up and take a look? If he’s sleeping soundly, I won’t disturb him and I’ll come back to be with you?”
Little master was indeed angry at first, but after hearing Richelle’s words, he couldn’t help but worry if daddy was really sick.
“Alright…”, he hesitated and sounded concerned.
Richelle looked at him gently, “Do you want to come with me to check on him?”
This pair, one was reticent and slow to catch on, and the other was stubborn but with a keen intuition, it was really worrisome when they encountered conflicts in their daily lives.
As expected, little master turned around and headed for the dining room, “I’m not going, who cares about him!”
Richelle couldn’t help but smile helplessly, she turned and headed upstairs, and saw Uncle Axel coming out of the dining room. She greeted him and asked, “Is Timmy having a disagreement with Mr. Lewis?”
Richelle wasn’t interested in dealing with other people’s family matters, but when her own son was unhappy, she couldn’t help but intervene.
Uncle Axel thought carefully, “No, recently, little master and Master Lewis have been getting closer, it’s been years, and now they finally look like father and son!”
Richelle saw that Uncle Axel didn’t seem to be lying, so she didn’t ask any further.
“Alright, you go ahead with what you were doing, Uncle Axel, I’m going to see what’s the matter with Mr. Lewis!”
Uncle Axel nodded, “Dr. Dunn, you go ahead. Master Lewis usually gets up around six o’clock, when I saw he hadn’t come down yet this morning, I asked him, he said he was a bit tired and wanted to sleep some more.”
Richelle had only known Roy Lewis for half a month, and she wasn’t familiar with his lifestyle, so she asked, “Does this happen often?”
Uncle Axel shook his head, “Not often, but he went to see a client last night and came back late. He had stopped attending night events recently, so he probably couldn’t adapt to it all of a sudden.”
Richelle nodded, “Alright, I’ll go check on him.”
Richelle went upstairs and stood outside Roy Lewis’ bedroom, knocking on the door a few times.
Roy Lewis’ hoarse voice came through, “Come in…”
Richelle pushed the door open and saw Roy Lewis, wrapped in a quilt, lying on the bed, his eyes tightly closed, as if he hadn’t fully woken up yet.
Richelle walked to the edge of the bed, “Mr. Lewis? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?”
Roy Lewis slowly opened his eyes, his usually bright and piercing eyes now carried a hint of confusion and surprise.
“Dr. Dunn? What are you doing here?”
His voice, heavy with nasal sounds, still carried the familiar sense of distance he always kept.
Richelle Dunn thought he was questioning her, so she gave him a faint response.
“I’m Mr. Lewis’s personal doctor. It’s my duty to keep an eye on your health.”
While saying this, she reached out and touched his forehead.
From her touch, it seemed like he had a slight fever.
Richelle Dunn furrowed her brow worriedly, “Seems a little warm. Mr. Lewis, apart from feeling tired, are you feeling unwell in any other way?”
His body was different from others. When he got a fever, it could be either mild or severe.
Roy Lewis seemed not to hear her words, instead, his gaze was fixed on her fair and slender wrist.
Richelle Dunn withdrew her hand, and his gaze seemed magnetically attracted to it, following her as she pulled her hand back to her chest.
“Dr. Dunn, don’t you like wearing watches?”
Richelle Dunn looked at him inexplicably. This man shouldn’t have a severe fever; had his brain been fried by the fever?
Then she noticed his gaze seemed to be fixed on her chest.
Richelle frowned slightly, her tone clearly unhappy.
“Mr. Lewis, what are you looking at?”
Roy Lewis propped himself up in bed. His mind wasn’t fully awake yet, and his gaze seemed to be glued to her wrist.
“I’m looking at your wrist…”
Richelle Dunn followed his gaze and looked back at her own wrist.
To ensure he wasn’t lying, she held her hands up close to him, her eyes playful as she looked at him.
“My wrist? Is it that attractive?”
Roy Lewis’s gaze continued to linger on her wrist, completely ignoring the sarcasm in her words, and he nodded sincerely.
“Yes, it’s quite attractive, much more so than the spokesperson’s wrist!”
He had woken up earlier to see Richelle Dunn’s fair and dazzling wrist, reminding him of Nathan Caroule complaining last night about not being able to find a suitable spokesperson for their new women’s watch model.
That watch would look perfect on her wrist.
“Huh?”
Richelle Dunn was left puzzled by Roy Lewis’s seemingly unrelated comments. If she didn’t know him well and was aware he was a man of upright character verging on old-fashioned, she would have suspected he was a pervert.
Just as Roy Lewis was about to explain, Richelle Dunn had already turned away and took out a fever patch from the medical kit, leaning in to attach it to his forehead.
“Mr. Lewis, have you lost your mind due to fever?”
Besides this, Richelle Dunn couldn’t think of any other reasons why the normally serious and cold Master Lewis would wake up and start rambling like a completely different person.
Roy Lewis looked at her in confusion, “I don’t have a fever!”, he raised his hand and grabbed her wrist.
Richelle Dunn glanced at the temperature on the fever patch, 36.5 degrees, indeed no fever.
“Then you…”, Richelle Dunn hesitated but decided against saying the rest of the sentence, “acting like you’re possessed.”
Roy Lewis let go of her wrist, by now he was fully awake and his mind functioning normally.
“My assistant complained to me yesterday about the spokesperson for our new women’s watch not having beautiful hands. If it was Dr. Dunn’s hand, it would be perfect.”
Richelle Dunn was speechless. She rubbed her wrist that Roy Lewis had firmly gripped, and thought to herself.
A man like Roy Lewis,
could have any woman he wanted in Kindur just by snapping his fingers.
He really didn’t need to go after someone as rough and hard-to-handle as her!
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