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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.

please check

a door open, and put Rylee onto

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

seen. Timothy carried a woman

and didn’t answer. Rylee answered hurriedly, “No,

that she was his personal maid. It was

be? At least she hadn’t been

Timothy’s face darkened.

seemed Rylee couldn’t wait to draw a demarcation line

“Taylor, hurry. Please check

he asked, “Wait. Why do you call him

nose. Acting like an obedient child, she muffled, “You are my elder. You called him by his name, but I

so pissed. He raised his voice. “Didn’t I

you seeing a doctor here?

Taylor’s words shushed them.

over at 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 to cure her fast without leaving

that was injured, why did you have to carry her to the bed? Were her legs

Timothy’s face darkened.

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

clapped, the wound on her left arm was

are

and walked over,

looked up and took a glance. He asked, "Did you keep

while, he

his eyebrows. “I see. This girl is so

in quickly. “Lucky? I’m

away helplessly. Taylor

Rylee couldn’t help

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 is so wonderful. What

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

talking about? I’m telling the truth. I’m not like Mr. Keith, the playboy. We are completely

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

being dandiacal, hitting on different

first. Drink that and your arm won’t hurt

go to your house today. My arm is injured, so I

way. I must watch

blurted out that he

weird.

just stay in my house

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

Why didn’t you inform me ahead

phone, Timothy frowned, looking

a secret glance at him, feeling

Since he insisted on letting her go to Seaside Villa, she could just

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

at Timothy in