Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Chapter 58: Chapter 55: Daddy, You’re Not Right!

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Richelle Dunn looked at Roy Lewis incredulously, was this man joking?

However, there was not the slightest hint of jest or laughter in Roy’s deep and profound eyes.

Apparently, he was serious!

What on earth was he thinking?

She was just his doctor, asking her for a birthday gift, didn’t he feel like he was crossing the line?

Although they had been in frequent contact recently, even having a few meals together in private, they had both been to each other’s homes.

But all of those were due to work or their children, and they had no choice but to do so.

As far as personal feelings were concerned, Richelle had never given half a thought to getting close to him.

Moreover, she was always cautious about this kind of man who was completely opposite to her temperament.

However, since he asked, if she didn’t give anything, it seemed like she was slapping him in the face.

“Haha, 1 almost forgot, just give me a moment, Mr. Lewis.”

At first, Richelle thought of giving him a paper flower made from colored paper, but it seemed too perfunctory for a CEO like him. It might just end up in the trash.

She was not willing to have her gift treated like that!

Even a paper flower has dignity!

Richelle quickly filtered her mental list of options and soon settled on an idea. She took off her long coat and put it on the couch while rolling up her sleeves, telling Roy, “Let me use your kitchen, give me fifteen minutes!”

Roy felt puzzled but also had a faint sense of anticipation. He nodded to Uncle Axel to lead Richelle to the kitchen.

His gaze followed Richelie’s back until she and Uncle Axel disappeared around the corner, then he withdrew his eyesight.

Then, he was met with his son’s inquisitive gaze.

“Daddy, there’s something off about you!”

The young master was leaning on the couch, swinging his legs. His thick black eyebrows were raised, and his twinkling eyes were full of interest.

Roy reached out to ruffle his son’s curly hair, “What nonsense do kids have in their heads?”

Roy didn’t feel there was anything wrong with him.

Although he was surprised that he asked Richelle for a gift.

But after saying it, it felt normal to him.

He was her boss, and wouldn’t it be appropriate for a subordinate to give a gift to their boss to please them?

For a while, the young master stared at his father’s handsome, expressionless face. But finally pouted, and snorted.

“Fine, I admit, my dad is a fool.”

Lately, Roy’s relationship with his son had indeed grown closer, but at the same time, his son called him a fool more frequently.

He was amused and helpless, watching the bratty child with a disgusted face.

“Timmy, Dr. Dunn is Daddy’s subordinate, and it’s normal for subordinates to give gifts to their superiors!”

I don’t care about your normal interactions, you just bully me because I don’t have subordinates!

While the young master’s heart despised his father, he couldn’t help but retort with a ferocious expression.

“Alright, alright, I’m too lazy to deal with you. There’ll be plenty for you to cry about in the future!”

Roy was amused by his son’s arrogant attitude, so he gave his head a good rub, laughing and scolding him.

“Where did you learn this? You’re arrogant to no end at such a young age.”

Young master Timmy glanced at him, and snorted again, “It’s natural, inherited! Is that not okay?”

In the past, Roy always thought his son was cold and reticent, but as they got closer, he found out that this kid had a devilish nature deep down.

“Nonsense, neither your mom nor I are like this!”

Considering his own status, Roy usually didn’t need a tongue lashing to display his authority and prestige.

As for Kiara, she was no exception, even though she wasn’t that good-tempered. However, her silliness was never capable of making such arrogant and cunning remarks.

But it was Richelle Dunn who spoke like that. Could it be that her son got assimilated by her so quickly?

Little Master rolled his eyes at him, “Dummy daddy!”

You might not be like that, but my mommy is!

Little Master remembered clearly, the day when his mom stood in front of him, pointing at James Lewis’s stupid face, cursing him like a heroine, both cool and amazing. So impressive!

Roy Lewis had no idea that the person in his mind and his son’s were different.

He was just secretly relieved that his son’s genetics leaned more towards him. Otherwise, with Kiara Dunn’s temperament, he would probably be driven crazy.

So, even though Roy Lewis scolded his son with his mouth, in his heart, he actually tolerated his son’s arrogance without any limit.

The grandfather and grandson stared at each other in the living room, while Richelle Dunn asked the cook for ingredients in the kitchen and cooked noodles while making soup skillfully.

Fifteen minutes later, she brought out a big steaming bowl of noodles on a tray, bent down, and placed it on the coffee table in front of the grandfather and grandson.

“When I was young, my mom would cook me a bowl of birthday noodles on my birthday. Mr. Lewis, happy birthday.”

Richelle had never thought she needed to prepare a gift for Roy Lewis, because in her circle of friends, giving gifts belonged to the realm of personal emotions.

And Roy Lewis was never in that category.

But since he asked, she had to make do and cook him a bowl of birthday noodles, so it doesn’t seem careless, nor too attentive.

It was just a simple, sincere sentiment.

For Roy Lewis, maybe it wasn’t something rare.

But this was the biggest gift and blessing she could give within her limits.

“Wow, it smells so good!”

Little Master, who had spent more time with his brother and sister, became more expressive. He sniffed and bounced forward on the sofa, jumped off, and leaned over to the steaming noodles. He took a big breath of the delicious scent.

“So fragrant!”

He turned his head and asked Roy Lewis with an almost drooling look, “Daddy, can you share some with me?”

Richelle didn’t expect her son to be so supportive. Before Roy Lewis could answer, she replied, “Of course!”

However, Roy Lewis decisively answered, “No!”

Richelle and Little Master were both stunned.

Roy Lewis probably thought his words were too decisive, so he pointed at the beautifully arranged fried egg, ham, green vegetables, and scallions on the noodles and explained.

“It would ruin the aesthetics!”

He said it seriously, and Richelle couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Roy Lewis glanced at her lightly, and she quickly held back her laughter and said to Little Master with a serious face.

“Timmy, wait a moment, there is more soup and noodles in the pot. I’ll get it for you now.”

Little Master swallowed, pointing at the bowl of noodles on the coffee table.

“I want one exactly like Daddy’s!”

Richelle nodded, patted his head, and turned to leave.

Uncle Axel came over to pick up the noodles, “Young Master, the noodles look good. Shall we eat it in the dining room?”

Roy Lewis stood up, bent over, and carried his son with him.

Roy Lewis never thought of himself as a selfish person, especially when it came to sharing with his son.

But when he heard his son wanted to take some of his noodles, a voice in his heart said.

“No, that’s my birthday noodles.”

The Lewis family is a large family. From a young age, the food Roy Lewis ate was always exquisite and delicious. It’s no exaggeration to say that all the delicacies in the world would appear on his table within a few days as long as he wanted them.

But from childhood to adult, no one had ever cooked a bowl of birthday noodles just for him.

Richelle Dunn was the first one….