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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

a door open, and put Rylee onto a

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

carried a woman personally

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

man that she was his personal maid.

could be? At least she hadn’t

Timothy’s face darkened.

wait to draw a

Please check

Glaring at Rylee, he asked, “Wait.

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

voice. “Didn’t I tell you I

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

Taylor’s words shushed them.

to him as usual. Timothy looked 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

that was injured, why did you have to carry her to the

Timothy’s face darkened.

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

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

move. You are injured.

over, pressing at

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

a while, he hummed

“I see. This girl is so

chimed in quickly. “Lucky? I’m

away helplessly.

help praising how wonderful

I 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.

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

are you talking about? I’m telling the truth. I’m not like Mr.

all. Well, to be exact, his

being dandiacal, hitting on

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

Then she frowned. “I can’t go to your house today. My arm is injured, so I can’t work for you tomorrow. How about next week? You can deduct my

must watch you take the

blurted out that he

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

frowned. “Why don’t you just stay in my house overnight? I

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

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

hanging up the 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

his house, Timothy said, “Armand, please

gaped at