Chapter 98 - Chapter 98: Chapter 94: Sir, You Treat Dr. Dunn

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nChapter 98: Chapter 94: Sir, You Treat Dr. Dunn’s Two Children as Your Own!

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nRichelle Dunn gave him a puzzled look, “How’s that possible? How could this secret passage be used for dating?”

nNathan Caroule turned around in disbelief. If he were to return to the hospital now, he would definitely get lost in this winding underground passage.

n“So how did you know that the hospital’s parking lot is connected to this place?”

nRichelle often needed to move around discreetly. Thus, she would always familiarize herself thoroughly with her surroundings each time she was in a new place.

nIn case of an emergency, she could find a way to escape at the first opportunity.

n“It was just a guess!”

nAs for why she had made such a guess, she didn’t feel the need to explain to Nathan.

nHe seemed naive and blessed with dumb luck.

nFor such people, some truths are better left unknown. It’s a kind of bliss after all.

nThe room Roy Lewis asked Nathan to prepare for Richelle was, surprisingly, the presidential suite located on the top floor of the hotel.

nInside was a huge living room, a long hallway, and at first glance, there appeared to be at least five or six bedrooms. Next to the living room was a conference room with advanced equipment.

nWhat Richelle liked most, was the semi-circular floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, from which you could overlook half of Kindur.

nLooking down from the window, it was like she ruled over everything.

n“Nathan, is this presidential suite a private resting place for Mr. Lewis?”

nNathan chuckled and nodded, “Indeed, Dr. Dunn, you’re sharp!”

nRichelle didn’t say anything, she pointed at the bedrooms along the hallway while standing in the living room.

n“Which room am I staying in?”

n“Master Lewis said you can choose any room.”

nNathan opened the bedroom doors one by one for her to choose. However, Richelle was not without common sense.

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nThis largest room must be Mr. Lewis’s. The one next door is probably yours?

nI’ll choose the last one. That room most likely hasn’t been used.”

nNathan clapped his hands, “Indeed! Being smart really sets you apart.”

nRichelle didn’t really want to deal with him. She was growing uncomfortable with the array of compliments he kept showering her with.

n“Nathan, you and I are both employees under Mr. Lewis. The only difference is our job roles. You don’t have to be so courteous to me, just treat me like an ordinary colleague.”

nRichelle never favored pretending when interacting with others.

nBut Nathan had been treating her like an honored guest for half the day. She would be interacting with him regularly in the following days and if he kept acting like this, she would get tired.

nNathan looked at Richelle in surprise, “All? You think I’m being too polite? Not at all!”

nHe was just curious about her.

nAs for the politeness she mentioned, he thought it was out of respect.

nMoreover, it wasn’t a personal decision he made, but one dictated by Master Lewis’s attitude.

nPeople around Master Lewis, in his heart, were of different classes.

nAnd Richelle Dunn, undoubtedly, belonged to the first rank. Her status was probably only below the young master and Mr. President’s couple.

nOf course, Master Lewis would never admit to it even if you asked him.

nBut all his actions showed how special and important Richelle was to him.

nAlthough Master Lewis had not found a precise role for her yet, this did not alter the fact that she had a significant presence in his heart.

nTherefore, Nathan needed to remain on good terms with her. If he ever upset Master Lewis in the future, he could have someone plead on his behalf.

nRichelle could not read Nathan’s mind. Seeing him so intent, she decided not to bother with it any longer and pushed open the door to the most secluded bedroom with her luggage in tow.

nEven the smallest room was half the size of Richelie’s former home.

nTimothy and Tifanny’s faces flashed through her mind.

nHow wonderful it would be if she could bring them here.

nBut on second thought, if Timothy and Tifanny had been in the car earlier, considering her soft spots for them, she probably wouldn’t have been able to lunge at those men so fiercely.

nSigh, so, she thought it best that they stay in the peaceful village with Mrs.

nWalker for a while.

nIt was not only safer, but they could also experience rural life. It was like a holiday.

nRichelle slightly tidied up her luggage. Checking the time, she thought Mrs. Walker and the children should have already landed and be on their way home by high-speed railway.

nShe missed the two little ones even though they had only been apart for a few hours.

nOnce her heart was set on it, Richelle would act. It had always been her motto.

nOnce the video call connected, Timothy and Tifanny’s chubby faces were squeezed onto the screen.

n“Hi, Mommy, how are you?”

nA gentle smile surfaced in Richelle Dunn’s eyes. Even though she knew she couldn’t physically touch them, she nonetheless reached her hand out to caress their faces on the screen.

n“My darlings, I’m doing well. What about you? Are you having fun?”

n“We’re having a blast! Mommy, we just saw a really big waterfall!”

nTifanny moved away from the screen and spread her arms wide apart to show the size of the waterfall.

nTimothy was also excitedly showing off to Richelle Dunn, “Mommy, the high-speed train just went through a super long tunnel! You must have never experienced that!”

nRichelle Dunn smiled and nodded, “Yeah, mommy has never watched the waterfall on a high-speed train or been through such a long tunnel…”

nHer voice sounded a bit regretful.

nTimothy, always having a keen sense of his mother’s mood, hurried to comfort her.

n“That’s okay, Mommy. After you finish your work, we can just come back with big brother and visit again, right?”

nRichelle hummed in agreement, cheered herself up, and had a lovely chat with her children.

nBefore ending the call, she reminded Timothy and Tifanny to call Timmy whenever they have time.

nThe two children nodded eagerly, “Rest assured, Mommy, we will take care of big brother!”

nClearly the two little ones still felt guilty for leaving their brother behind to go out and play.

nAfter hanging up, Richelle got busy with her work without any distractions.

nNot long afterward, there was a knock on the door. Nathan Caroule was on the other side.

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nDr. Dunn, I’m heading back. I’ve sent you the guidelines and notes for next few days via WhatsApp. Feel free to contact me anytime if you need anything.”

nRichelle was deep in thought over a conundrum with her finger on her lips, and casually responded “Got it!”

nAs Richelle had suspected, the Presidential Suite was indeed Roy Lewis’s hideaway.

nWhenever his health conditions gave an alarm, he would usually be living here.

nDuring these times, he would usually be asked to recuperate and he would prefer to live here, where it was easy for doctors to treat him and also for him to visit the hospital.

nBut, the Lewis Group being such a big conglomerate, it wouldn’t hold without someone sturdy at the helm for a few days.

nThus, his so-called recuperation period simply meant moving his work team from Lewis Group’s office to the Suite.

nAs his competent assistant and most trusted subordinate, Nathan would usually accompany him and reside there as well.

nHowever, now that Richelle was staying here, it wasn’t appropriate for Nathan to stay long.

nBecause of the previous stalking incident, Nathan didn’t drive himself and had the security personnel drive him to the Lewis’.

nRoy Lewis was still engrossed with his work in the study. Ever since Richelle treated him with acupuncture, his quality of sleep had improved a lot.

nHis spirits were naturally refreshed and hence, his work efficiency had improved as well.

nSo, when Nathan saw a huge pile of documents placed in the right corner of the desk, he was quite surprised.

n“Master Lewis, have you taken care of these already?”

nRoy Lewis had a habit, any document that he had taken care of, he would neatly stack them in the right corner of the desk.

n“Hmm, you handle the rest. 1 have other matters to attend to!”

nDating back to Roy Lewis’s health issues, Nathan often used to accompany him in this office. So, naturally, he pulled over a chair, occupied a corner on the right, and started helping with the piled-up work.

nHe had been away for half a month due to business trips and hadn’t set foot in this study during that period.

nSo, when he occasionally lifted his head and saw a little apple and a small sailboat next to the money jar gifted by Timothy, he casually asked a question.

n“A small apple and a sailboat, are these Timothy’s gifts for your birthday this year?”

nRoy Lewis glanced at the two little items, the corners of his lips slightly lifting up.

n“No, they are the presents made personally by Richelle Dunn’s children.”

nNathan was so surprised that his jaw nearly dropped. After all, Master Lewis receives a myriad of gifts round the year, most of them being handled away by Uncle Axel or the secretary.

nOnly gifts from Timothy are so esteemed and cherished by Master Lewis and placed on his office table.

nAnd now, gifts from Richelle Dunn’s children were, incredibly, enjoying the same privileged status as Timothy’s. What does that signal?

nWhile Nathan was processing the implications, Roy Lewis opened the drawer and took out a keychain with several keys hanging on it, featuring cute little characters, and gave it to Nathan.

n“These are birthday gifts from them. Timothy has one too.”

nNathan took a look and exclaimed, “Damn, Master Lewis, this cute character on the keychain is Timothy, right?”

nRoy Lewis nodded, “Yeah, Tifanny and Timothy molded it after Timothy’s model. They put quite some thought into it, right?”

nNathan looked at Master Lewis’s proud and triumphant expression and couldn’t help but make a disdainful comment in his head.

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nDamn, that’s the exact look of a proud father showing off his children!”

nGood Lord, you’ve essentially considered Dr. Dunn’s children as your own!

nYet, you have the gall to insist, saying that you have no other intentions about Dr.. Dunn?

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