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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

walked in, kicked a door open, and put Rylee onto

around slowly. He looked at Timothy and then at Rylee. He asked,

believe what he had seen. Timothy carried a woman

answer. Rylee answered hurriedly, “No, Old

old man that she was his personal

a maid could be? At least she hadn’t been

Timothy’s face darkened.

seemed Rylee couldn’t wait to draw

hurry. Please check up

his words, Timothy suddenly recalled something. Glaring at Rylee, he asked, “Wait. Why do you call him Old

rubbed her nose. Acting like an obedient child, she muffled, “You are my elder. You called him by his name, but I mustn't

voice. “Didn’t I tell you

here? If not, you’d better

Taylor’s words shushed them.

Taylor and said, “Taylor, her arm was smashed by a lamp. I’m afraid there will be a scar in the future. Do you have any method

was injured, why did you have to carry her to

Timothy’s face darkened.

I agree. For such a short-tempered

as she clapped, the wound on her left arm was stretched. She frowned

move. You are injured. Bad

frowned and walked over, pressing

He asked, "Did you keep transmitting your

a while, he hummed

see. This girl is

chimed in quickly. “Lucky? I’m extremely

away helplessly.

help praising how wonderful

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

was pretty annoyed. Frowning, he said, “You are too noisy. You kept croaking like a frog. Why are you so talkative

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

didn’t like Kenneth at all. Well, to be

for being dandiacal, hitting on different women,

“After arriving at Seaside Villa, make your herbal soup first. Drink that and your arm won’t hurt tomorrow. Although Taylor

I can’t work for you tomorrow. How about next week? You can deduct my salary for

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blurted out that he was worried about

I go to your house to make the soup, it’s too weird. No, I won’t go to your house. Please send me home. I can make the soup after

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

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

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phone, Timothy frowned, looking quite

secret glance at him,

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 just go there obediently. Anyway, she wouldn’t

to go to his house, Timothy said, “Armand, please

gaped at Timothy