Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Chapter 22

Chapter 22 – Chapter 19: Timmy, do you really like Dr. Dunn?

Richelle Dunn felt terrible about her son’s disappointed expression, so she tried to listen to his voice from a distance.

However, the dining room in the Lewis residence was quite far from the living room, and the sound insulation was excellent. Even with her good hearing, she still couldn’t pick up anything.

In the dining room, Little Master sat down and glanced around the table. When he saw the neatly arranged three-color dumplings in the center, his eyes lit up.

He pointed with his chubby hand, “Daddy, I want to eat dumplings.”

Roy Lewis felt helpless. Could it be that a big breakfast prepared by the Lewis family’s top dim sum and cooking masters, with flavors from both the north and south, couldn’t compare to the seemingly ordinary dumplings made by Richelle Dunn?

He reached out, took the plate of dumplings, and placed it in front of his son.

“Timmy, Grandpa Axel said you ate lots of snacks last night. Don’t do that again; it’s not good for your stomach.”

Little Master casually acknowledged with an “Oh,” then reached for a carrot-colored dumpling and put it into his mouth.

Roy Lewis drank some porridge, his eyes never leaving his son. He saw him try all three colors of dumplings, then go back and start eating them from left to right again.

“Which one tastes the best?”

Roy Lewis had heard what Richelle had told her son.

“They’re all delicious!” said Little Master, his cheeks puffing up with each bite.

Roy Lewis’s favorite breakfast was either porridge with rice noodles or soy milk with pancakes.

He never cared much for dumplings, which he had found unappealing in the past.

But seeing his son enjoying them so much, he couldn’t help but try one with beef filling himself.

The dumpling skin was thin, the beef filling tender and savory, delicious and delicate. It bore no resemblance to the unattractive dumplings of his memory.

“Hmm, it’s really good.”

Roy Lewis then tried the other two fillings and found them equally delicious.

Just as he was about to eat a fourth, Little Master, who usually didn’t care much about food, actually pulled the plate closer to himself.

He looked up at Roy Lewis seriously, “Daddy, these are mine!”

Roy Lewis couldn’t help but laugh.

Laughing at his son for being so stingy.

And laughing at himself for competing for food with a child.

Roy Lewis put down his chopsticks and calmly patted his son’s head, “Well, Daddy just wanted to have a taste. If they’re not good, we’ll tell Dr. Dunn not to send any more.”

Speaking of which, Richelle Dunn was really stingy. Since she was sending breakfast, why did she only send a child-sized portion? Did she think he, Roy Lewis, was dead or something?

It was ridiculous, considering he had righteous and gallant intentions when he robbed her of US$ 136,700 in compensation!

Little Master didn’t know his father’s words were mixed with personal grievances. Thinking he hadn’t expressed enough appreciation, he quickly said, “They taste great! I love them!”

Little Master’s subsequent actions proved he wasn’t lying. He spent the entire meal eating dumplings until there were none left, then leaned back in his seat and puffed out his stomach with a satisfied burp.

Roy Lewis was somewhat worried, seeing his son like this. It seemed that getting him to dislike Jennifer Bailes as much as before might be a bit difficult!

Roy Lewis was unwilling to give up and looked at his son intently.

“Timmy, do you really like Dr. Dunn?”

Little Master rolled his eyes, looking annoyed, “Who likes her?”

Soon, perhaps realizing his words lacked convincing power, he lowered his eyes and muttered, “But her pastries, dishes, and dumplings all taste really good… ”

So, was Richelle Dunn truly seen as a cook by him?

It was hard to say whether Little Master’s acting skills were excellent or if Roy Lewis, as a straight man, completely misinterpreted his son’s awkward thoughts.

In any case, Master Lewis was somewhat reassured now.

As the two of them finished breakfast and returned to the living room, Richelle Dunn, who should have been sitting on the sofa, was on the balcony quietly talking on the phone, discussing work judging by her serious expression.

Little Master looked slightly disappointed. Roy Lewis, however, didn’t notice it and patted his son’s head, telling him to go back to his room and rest.

He took care of some urgent documents in his study after talking to Uncle Axel. At 8:30 he returned to his bedroom.

Richelle came in quickly with a medical kit, and like the day before, she made preparations while keeping Roy to lie down at an angle.

However, just as Richelle entered Roy’s bedroom, the young master, who claimed to be uncomfortable and needed to rest at home, pushed the door open with a book in his arms.

He didn’t come in directly, but poked half of his body through the door, blinking his eyes and asking Roy.

“Dad, I want to read here with you.”

His tone was still his usual cold one, but to Roy’s ears, it carried a hint of coquettish sweetness.

The old father almost burst into tears when he saw his son’s longing eyes.

His son was over four, and this was probably the first time he had actively approached him like this.

The old father was secretly delighted, thinking that his initiative to make concessions yesterday had encouraged his son to warm up to him.

He patted the other side of the bed, “Sure, but I might fall asleep during the acupuncture, is it okay if you sit here and read by yourself?”

“Okay!”

The young master nodded, ran in while hugging his book, swiftly climbed onto the bed, and then obediently sat down cross-legged beside Roy.

Richelle had just been regretting that her master didn’t call earlier or later, but during her stepson’s breakfast time.

As a result, she missed a good opportunity to chat more with her stepson.

Fortunately, heaven took pity on her, and gave her a big surprise after losing an opportunity.

Richelle placed the silver needles by the bed, telling Roy to lean over, but her eyes kept darting towards her stepson.

She was somewhat curious about what kind of book her stepson, who shared the same genes as Timothy and Tiffany, liked to read.

When she saw that it was an English version of the Weapon Encyclopedia, she couldn’t help but raise her lip in amusement.

Roy had closed his eyes, and vaguely, he felt that Richelle’s movements today seemed a bit slow. He opened his eyes slightly and saw Richelle raising her eyebrows, her eyes filled with laughter. But she wasn’t looking at him; she was looking over his shoulder.

A familiar strange feeling welled up in him, “Dr. Dunn?”

Richelle looked like a kid who had been caught doing something wrong, she retracted her gaze, touched her nose, and smiled apologetically at him.

“Timmy is looking at this English Weapon Encyclopedia. Timothy has a copy too, he loves it so much that the pages are worn.”

The young master looked up, “Does Timothy have the 90s limited edition fighter plane model?”

Although Richelle had a high income, her children were money shredders. It was much more expensive for her to raise them than for others. So, she couldn’t afford the limited edition fighter plane model from the 90s, which costs as much as a villa!

“He loves it, but he doesn’t have one!”

The young master glanced at her thoughtfully, then soon lowered his head to continue reading his book.

Richelle’s gaze returned to Roy’s face, and she smiled awkwardly.

“Sorry, it’s a mother’s instinct. Mr. Lewis, sorry to keep you waiting, I’ll start now.”

In private, Richelle often reminded herself to hide her thoughts from Roy.

But no matter how much she warned herself, she couldn’t help but cross the line.

Luckily, Roy was somewhat obtuse when it came to emotions, and he had seen how familiar his son was with Timothy and Tiffany.

Furthermore, he had long believed that Richelle was trying to get close to him by pleasing his son. So, even though Richelle was overly enthusiastic about his son now, it still made sense to him.

Roy let Richelle’s ruse fool him easily, reaching out to rub his son’s curly hair.

“Let’s start. Timmy likes to read quietly by himself, so you don’t have to bother with him.”

Roy looked down on Richelle in his heart.

His son had just said that he didn’t like her, and she probably didn’t know that her enthusiasm might backfire.

He even thought that she might annoy the little guy…