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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.

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open, and put Rylee onto

reading a book turned his chair around slowly. He looked at Timothy and then at Rylee. He asked,

Timothy carried a woman personally into

didn’t answer. Rylee answered hurriedly, “No, Old Papa.

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

be? At least she hadn’t

Timothy’s face darkened.

couldn’t wait to draw a demarcation

hurry. Please check

asked, “Wait. Why do you call him Old Papa when I call him by his

elder. You

He raised his voice. “Didn’t I tell you

a doctor here? If not,

Taylor’s words shushed them.

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

was injured, why did you have to carry her

Timothy’s face darkened.

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

her left arm was stretched. She frowned and

move. You are injured.

walked over, pressing at

He asked, "Did you keep

a while, he hummed as

raised his eyebrows. “I see. This girl is

chimed in quickly. “Lucky? I’m

away

help praising how wonderful the

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 all. Now, I know Chinese medicine

Frowning, he said, “You are too noisy. You kept croaking like

the truth. I’m not like

like Kenneth at all. Well, to be exact, his

dandiacal, hitting on different women, and

arriving at Seaside Villa, make your herbal soup first. Drink that and your arm won’t

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

watch you take the herbal

almost blurted out that he was worried about

If I go to your house to make the soup, it’s too weird. No, I won’t go to your house. Please

in my house overnight? I won’t charge you

phone started ringing. He didn’t want to answer. When he checked the caller ID, his

It’s me... What? Why didn’t you inform me ahead of?

up the phone, Timothy frowned, looking quite

cast a secret glance at him, feeling

he insisted on

go to his house, Timothy said, “Armand,

at Timothy in