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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

walked in, kicked a door open,

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

seen. Timothy carried a woman personally

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

old man that she was his personal maid. It was

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

Timothy’s face darkened.

Rylee couldn’t wait to draw a demarcation

hurry. Please check

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

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

voice. “Didn’t I tell you I was not your

seeing a doctor here? If not,

Taylor’s words shushed them.

at Rylee. The latter made a 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

her arm that was injured, why did you have

Timothy’s face darkened.

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

clapped, the wound on her left arm was

are injured.

over,

glance. He asked, "Did you

After a while, he hummed as

see. This girl is so

quickly. “Lucky?

looked away

of Taylor's clinic, Rylee couldn’t help praising how wonderful

a bit. After Old Papa's acupuncture therapy, it doesn’t hurt any longer if I raise it. He’s such a wonderful

at Timothy in the car. Timothy faked that he was pretty annoyed. Frowning, he said, “You are too noisy. You kept croaking

I’m not like Mr. Keith, the playboy. We are

Well, to be exact, his behaviors disgusted

being dandiacal, hitting on different women, and being a

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

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

watch you

blurted out that he was worried

soup, it’s too weird. No, I won’t go to your

stay in my house overnight? I won’t charge

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

you inform me ahead of? All right. I

hanging up the phone, Timothy frowned, looking

secret glance at him, feeling

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 work for him

house, Timothy said, “Armand, please send

at Timothy