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nChapter 86: Chapter 82: Master Lewis, there’s no need for him to stoop to her level

nTranslator: 549690339

nEarly 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.

nBut today, only Timmy was there, playing games on his iPad.

n“Timmy, where’s your dad?”

nTimmy snorted, “He hasn’t gotten up yet!”

nFrom 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.

nRichelle 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!”

nThe little master rubbed against her, “Morning!”

nRichelle let go of him, touched his head, and said.

n“Baby, you go eat breakfast first, I’ll go check on your dad.”

nIt 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.

nMommy was so talented and beautiful, gentle and kind, she didn’t need to be with daddy who was such a fickle person!

nLittle master silently despised his own father in his heart, and held Richelle’s hand.

n“Don’t bother with him, he’ll come down when he’s slept enough!”

nRichelle looked down in surprise at her eldest son who was pulling her hand and preventing her from leaving.

nShe squatted down again, looking gently at her obviously upset eldest son.

n“Did you have a fight with your dad?”

nLittle 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.”

nRichelle grew more certain that Roy Lewis must have done something to offend this little ancestor.

nShe rubbed the little guy’s head, coaxing him.

n“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?”

nLittle master was indeed angry at first, but after hearing Richelle’s words, he couldn’t help but worry if daddy was really sick.

n“Alright…”, he hesitated and sounded concerned.

nRichelle looked at him gently, “Do you want to come with me to check on him?”

nThis 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.

nAs expected, little master turned around and headed for the dining room, “I’m not going, who cares about him!”

nRichelle 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?”

nRichelle wasn’t interested in dealing with other people’s family matters, but when her own son was unhappy, she couldn’t help but intervene.

nUncle 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!”

nRichelle saw that Uncle Axel didn’t seem to be lying, so she didn’t ask any further.

n“Alright, you go ahead with what you were doing, Uncle Axel, I’m going to see what’s the matter with Mr. Lewis!”

nUncle 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.”

nRichelle had only known Roy Lewis for half a month, and she wasn’t familiar with his lifestyle, so she asked, “Does this happen often?”

nUncle 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.”

nRichelle nodded, “Alright, I’ll go check on him.”

nRichelle went upstairs and stood outside Roy Lewis’ bedroom, knocking on the door a few times.

nRoy Lewis’ hoarse voice came through, “Come in…”

nRichelle 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.

nRichelle walked to the edge of the bed, “Mr. Lewis? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?”

nRoy Lewis slowly opened his eyes, his usually bright and piercing eyes now carried a hint of confusion and surprise.

n“Dr. Dunn? What are you doing here?”

nHis voice, heavy with nasal sounds, still carried the familiar sense of distance he always kept.

nRichelle Dunn thought he was questioning her, so she gave him a faint response.

n“I’m Mr. Lewis’s personal doctor. It’s my duty to keep an eye on your health.”

nWhile saying this, she reached out and touched his forehead.

nFrom her touch, it seemed like he had a slight fever.

nRichelle Dunn furrowed her brow worriedly, “Seems a little warm. Mr. Lewis, apart from feeling tired, are you feeling unwell in any other way?”

nHis body was different from others. When he got a fever, it could be either mild or severe.

nRoy Lewis seemed not to hear her words, instead, his gaze was fixed on her fair and slender wrist.

nRichelle Dunn withdrew her hand, and his gaze seemed magnetically attracted to it, following her as she pulled her hand back to her chest.

n“Dr. Dunn, don’t you like wearing watches?”

nRichelle Dunn looked at him inexplicably. This man shouldn’t have a severe fever; had his brain been fried by the fever?

nThen she noticed his gaze seemed to be fixed on her chest.

nRichelle frowned slightly, her tone clearly unhappy.

n“Mr. Lewis, what are you looking at?”

nRoy Lewis propped himself up in bed. His mind wasn’t fully awake yet, and his gaze seemed to be glued to her wrist.

n“I’m looking at your wrist…”

nRichelle Dunn followed his gaze and looked back at her own wrist.

nTo ensure he wasn’t lying, she held her hands up close to him, her eyes playful as she looked at him.

n“My wrist? Is it that attractive?”

nRoy Lewis’s gaze continued to linger on her wrist, completely ignoring the sarcasm in her words, and he nodded sincerely.

n“Yes, it’s quite attractive, much more so than the spokesperson’s wrist!”

nHe 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.

nThat watch would look perfect on her wrist.

n“Huh?”

nRichelle 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.

nJust 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.

n“Mr. Lewis, have you lost your mind due to fever?”

nBesides 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.

nRoy Lewis looked at her in confusion, “I don’t have a fever!”, he raised his hand and grabbed her wrist.

nRichelle Dunn glanced at the temperature on the fever patch, 36.5 degrees, indeed no fever.

n“Then you…”, Richelle Dunn hesitated but decided against saying the rest of the sentence, “acting like you’re possessed.”

nRoy Lewis let go of her wrist, by now he was fully awake and his mind functioning normally.

n“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.”

nRichelle Dunn was speechless. She rubbed her wrist that Roy Lewis had firmly gripped, and thought to herself.

nA man like Roy Lewis,

ncould have any woman he wanted in Kindur just by snapping his fingers.

nHe really didn’t need to go after someone as rough and hard-to-handle as her!

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