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Timothy curled up his thin lips. “Otherwise, I would have tossed you out of my car and knocked you over.”

“Huh?” How ruthless he was!

He had no mercy on his maid at all.

Timothy distanced himself from Rylee and sat upright. Staring to the front, he snickered and said indifferently, “What do you expect?”

Rylee hadn’t come back to her senses yet. After a while, she looked up at his handsome side face. “What do you mean?”

Timothy turned around calmly and gazed at Rylee. The latter couldn’t tell what was in his mind at all. He asked, “I’m asking you what you are fancying now.”

“Fancying?” Rylee bit her bottom lip.

She wondered if Timothy could read her mind. How did he know she had imagined some erotic scenes about him just now!

“No. I’m not fancying. I’m not thinking about anything now.”

Rylee refused to admit it.

If he knew she had thought about the detail of the French kiss with him, he would mock her to death.

Timothy smiled faintly, and his eyes were twinkling. “Really? Why is your face so red?”

“Really?” Rylee was shocked, stroking her cheek.

Her blushed cheeks had ratted her out.

“Oh... Hahaha... The temperature in this car is too hot. My face turned red because of the high temperature. What’s so surprising about it?” Rylee made an excuse at random.

She pressed down the car window and exhaled.

It was like walking on tenterhooks when being with Timothy.

He was way too intelligent, as if he could see through her mind.

Timothy cast a secret glance at Rylee and snickered.

He wondered if Rylee had a crush on him already.

‘Sooner or later, your heart will completely belong to me,” his inner voice said.

When they arrived at Doctor Taylor's place, Timothy carried Rylee out of the car and went upstairs.

Rylee shushed obediently this time.

Anyway, she didn’t need to walk, so she let him carry her.

She felt a bit embarrassed, though, as he was carrying her like carrying a puppy.

It seemed that she was no different from a puppy.

check on her

door open, and

a book turned his chair around slowly. He looked at Timothy and then at

Timothy carried a woman personally into his clinic with

answer. Rylee answered hurriedly, “No, Old Papa.

didn’t tell the old man that she was his personal

least she hadn’t been clinging to

Timothy’s face darkened.

seemed Rylee couldn’t wait to draw a demarcation

coughed. “Taylor, hurry. Please check

suddenly recalled something. Glaring at Rylee, he asked, “Wait. Why do

are my elder. You called him by his name, but I mustn't call him that way.

raised his voice. “Didn’t

you seeing a doctor here? If not, you’d

Taylor’s words shushed them.

Timothy looked over at Taylor and said, “Taylor, her arm was smashed by a lamp. I’m

that was injured, why did you have to

Timothy’s face darkened.

smile, “Old Papa, I agree. For such a short-tempered guy, you should teach him

clapped, the wound on her left arm was stretched. She frowned and gasped

move. You are injured. Bad

and walked over, pressing

a glance. He asked, "Did you keep transmitting

frowned. After a while, he hummed

eyebrows. “I see.

in quickly. “Lucky?

away helplessly.

of Taylor's clinic, Rylee couldn’t help

can’t believe my eyes. Earlier, when I got in, my arm hurt so much that I couldn’t move a bit. After Old Papa's acupuncture therapy, it doesn’t hurt any longer if I raise it. He’s such a wonderful doctor. I didn’t believe in Chinese medicine doctors at

pretty annoyed. Frowning, he said, “You are too noisy.

about? I’m telling the truth. I’m not like Mr. Keith, the

all. Well, to be exact, his

for being dandiacal, hitting on different

rubbed his eyebrows and said, “After arriving at Seaside Villa, make your herbal soup first. Drink that and your arm won’t hurt tomorrow. Although Taylor is a weirdo, he’s a

house today. My arm is injured, so I can’t

must watch you take

blurted out that he was worried about

weird. No, I won’t go to your house. Please send me home. I can

you just stay in my house overnight? I won’t charge you for the

answer. When he checked the caller ID, his eyes darkened.

me... What? Why didn’t you inform me ahead of? All right. I

hanging up the phone, Timothy frowned,

cast a secret glance at him, feeling

he was angry again. She decided to quit arguing with him. He was so short-tempered. Since he insisted on letting her go to Seaside Villa, she could

to his house, Timothy said, “Armand,

at Timothy in