Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Chapter 11 – Chapter 8: Can They Kidnap His Precious Son?

The Lewis residence, inside Roy Lewis’s bedroom.

Roy Lewis was immersed in a beautiful old dream, where a faint fragrance filled the air, and he held the tender and fragrant beauty in his arms, indulging in their romantic journey…

Roy woke up amidst a warm sensation.

Truth be told, it had been quite a while since he had fallen asleep naturally without the help of drugs, and even longer since he woke up feeling like he was surrounded by a warm spring day, his entire body immersed in a soft warmth, feeling refreshed and relaxed as if he had slept well.

Instead of the confusion and panic that usually accompanied waking up after drug-induced sleep.

This Richelle Dunn sure had skills!

Roy Lewis got up, looked around, not seeing anyone, he went to the bathroom to freshen up, then changed into his house clothes and went downstairs.

Uncle Axel greeted him, looking at him anxiously, “Master Lewis, how are you feeling?”

Roy had a calm look on his face, “Not bad.”. He looked around, “Where’s Richelle Dunn?”

“Dr. Dunn left after removing your acupuncture needles.”, Uncle Axel carefully examined his master, noticing that his complexion looked much better and his spirit seemed more lively than usual, he felt slightly relieved.

Roy was a bit surprised, as he thought that woman would shamelessly stay behind.

However, he was quite glad that she wasn’t there.

“What about Timmy?”

He suddenly remembered that his darling son hadn’t eaten a thing since last night, and couldn’t help but worry about him.

Uncle Axel hesitated for a moment, “Young Master is training with his martial arts instructor in the gym…”

Roy noticed Uncle Axel’s hesitation, gave him a suspicious glance, and without asking further questions, went straight upstairs.

He pushed open the door to the gym, and saw at once that his usually obedient son, who always trained according to the instructor’s guidance, was now like a furious beast, lashing out at the martial arts instructor with his fists and legs.

The instructor didn’t seem to be holding back either. As Timmy charged at him with red eyes, the instructor deftly caught his arm and swept him off his feet, knocking him to the ground.

Timmy quickly got back up with a kip-up, letting out a scream as he once again launched a surprise attack on the unsuspecting instructor.

The instructor stretched his arm back, caught Timmy’s arm again and smoothly performed an over-the-shoulder throw.

Roy stood there quietly, knowing that the instructor knew his limits, so he didn’t interfere.

However, when he saw his precious son being knocked down for the fifth time, he couldn’t help but step in to stop it.

“Timmy, that’s enough for today!”, he said.

He leaned down, supporting Timmy’s thin shoulders and holding him up with one hand while grabbing his bottom with the other, then lifted him into his arms.

The young master was drenched in sweat, and his training clothes were soaked through.

However, he stubbornly wiped the sweat from his face, struggling to get back on his feet.

“Let go of me! I haven’t lost, I can still fight!”

Roy shook his head at the instructor, signaling that it was over, and carried the little guy out of the gym.

As Timmy struggled in his arms, Roy lowered his head and nuzzled the top of his wet hair, attempting to comfort him.

“It’s okay, that’s enough training for today. We can train again tomorrow.”

Seeing that his resistance was futile, Timmy puffed up his cheeks and allowed Roy to carry him downstairs and place him on the couch, not making a sound during this whole process.

Nanny and Uncle Axel brought hot water for him to wipe his sweat and change clothes, and Roy noticed the boy’s body, hands, and face, had mild bruises and abrasions.

Uncle Axel and Nanny Mrs. Collins both had red eyes, and Mrs. Collins couldn’t help but exclaim while wiping the boy’s body, “Oh dear, my little master, why are you treating yourself so harshly!”

Uncle Axel brought out the first aid kit, “Young Master, you haven’t eaten for several meals now, you must be starving! What would you like to eat? I’ll have someone make it for you right away!”

This little treasure was the golden pineapple of the Lewis family. Although he had been stubborn, he had never gone on a hunger strike out of anger before.

Uncle Axel didn’t dare to openly challenge Roy Lewis, so he could only subtly remind him.

Roy was getting exasperated by his little son, who was indeed a chip off the old block with his strong will!

“Timmy, what do you want to eat?”

If he asked like this, it would carry a different weight than if Uncle Axel or Mrs. Collins asked instead.

The little master pursed his lips and stared straight into Roy’s eyes.

Roy had no choice but to spell it out, “Do you want puff pastry? I can ask the chef to make it for you, okay?”

Arguing with a four-year-old seemed ridiculous to Roy, so he decided to surrender proactively.

However, the little master didn’t let him off easily and gave him a lazy glance while persistently refusing his offer.

“I won’t eat it!”

Roy had been backed into a corner by his son and had no choice but to give in, asking, “What if Dr. Dunn makes them?”

The little master’s expression softened, and he tilted his head to look at Roy, half-believing, half-doubting.

“You’re not lying to me?”

At that moment, the usually commanding Roy Lewis was nothing more than a hapless father, continuously losing ground to his son’s stubbornness.

Well, let her make it then. He didn’t believe that making some pastries could steal his beloved son away.

Besides, his son had always been smart. After spending more time with Richelle Dunn, he would see through her hypocritical and filthy character.

At that point, he wouldn’t have to lift a finger; his son would detest her as much as he resents Jennifer Bailes and the likes.

“Hmm, when has your daddy ever lied to you?”

The little master stared at him with wide, innocent eyes before asking once more, “As long as I want it, she’ll always make it for me?”

With the little master pushing his luck, Roy had no choice but to completely capitulate.

“Yes, as long as you want it, daddy will have her make it for you!”

The little master’s eyes lit up with excitement, “Then, if I want something else, she’ll make that for me too?”

Roy glanced at his son’s pale lips, then at the bruises on his face and hands, and replied, “Of course, whatever Timmy wants.”

He wasn’t sure if the arrogant Richelle would be willing to become a personal chef for his precious son, but if his son wanted it, he would find a way to make it happen.

Besides, his son was still on a hunger strike, so he had to agree to anything in the meantime, as a delaying tactic.

“Then, I want durian pastry, sweet and sour fish, and…”

Watching his son regain his energy while excitedly listing food dishes, Roy felt a surge of mixed emotions.

Roy had lost his father at a young age, so he didn’t believe that a father’s love was crucial during a child’s growth. As a result, he hadn’t paid much attention to his son in these formative years.

His son had spent much more time with Uncle Axel and Mrs. Collins compared to him.

However, his son’s abnormal behavior in recent days made him wonder if he had been neglecting his role as a father.

As the little master continued to rattle off dishes, Roy signaled Uncle Axel to make a phone call. Understanding immediately, Uncle Axel dialed Richelle Dunn’s number.

However, Uncle Axel’s face gradually turned stiff, and his smile faded. In the end, he put down the phone, looking disappointed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Dr. Dunn’s phone is turned off!”

The excited little master immediately stopped talking, and the brilliance in his eyes disappeared in an instant!