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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,

his chair around slowly. He looked at Timothy

had seen. Timothy carried a woman personally into his

lip and didn’t answer. Rylee answered hurriedly, “No, Old Papa. I’m his

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

maid could be? At least she hadn’t been clinging to

Timothy’s face darkened.

couldn’t wait to draw a

hurry. Please check up on

suddenly recalled something. Glaring at Rylee, he asked, “Wait. Why do you call him Old Papa when I

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

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

doctor here? If not, you’d better

Taylor’s words shushed them.

face 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 method to cure her

why did you have to carry her to the bed? Were her legs hurt

Timothy’s face darkened.

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

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

move. You are injured.

frowned and walked over, pressing at her acupoint

a glance. He asked, "Did you keep transmitting your internal power

while, he hummed

“I see. This

in quickly. “Lucky?

away helplessly.

clinic, Rylee couldn’t help praising how wonderful

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 all. Now, I

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

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

at all. Well, to be exact, his behaviors disgusted

being dandiacal, hitting on different women, and being

herbal soup first. Drink that and your arm won’t hurt tomorrow. Although Taylor is

today. My arm is injured, so I can’t work for you tomorrow. How about next week?

must watch you take the herbal

blurted out that

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

just stay in my house overnight? I

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

you inform me

up the phone, Timothy frowned,

glance

He was so short-tempered. Since he insisted on letting her go to Seaside Villa, she could just go there obediently. Anyway, she

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

gaped at Timothy