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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 on her

kicked a door open, and

slowly. He looked at Timothy and

believe what he had seen. Timothy carried a woman personally

Rylee answered

she was his personal maid. It was

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

Timothy’s face darkened.

to draw a demarcation

hurry. Please check up on

Rylee, he asked, “Wait. Why do you call him Old Papa when

elder. You called him by his name, but I mustn't call him that way. It

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

a doctor here? If not, you’d

Taylor’s words shushed them.

her arm was smashed by a lamp. I’m afraid there will be a scar in

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

Timothy’s face darkened.

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

left arm was stretched. She frowned and gasped in

are

and walked over, pressing at her

took a glance. He asked, "Did

a while, he hummed

see.

chimed in quickly. “Lucky? I’m extremely

away helplessly.

clinic, Rylee couldn’t help

it doesn’t hurt any longer if

Timothy faked that he was pretty annoyed. Frowning, he said, “You are too noisy. You kept croaking like

you talking about? I’m telling the truth. I’m

Well, to

hitting on different women,

make your herbal soup first. Drink that and your arm won’t hurt

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

must watch you

out that he was

too weird. No, I won’t

you just stay in my house overnight? I

phone started ringing. He didn’t want to answer. When he checked

It’s me... What? Why didn’t you inform me ahead of? All right. I

hanging up the phone,

glance at him,

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

his house, Timothy said,

at Timothy in