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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

door open, and put Rylee onto a

slowly. He looked at

believe what he had seen. Timothy carried a woman

answer. Rylee answered hurriedly,

old man that she was his personal maid. It was a

a maid could be? At least she

Timothy’s face darkened.

to draw

Please

“Wait. Why

my elder. You called him by his name, but I mustn't

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

you seeing a doctor here? If

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

you

Timothy’s face darkened.

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

her left arm was stretched. She frowned and gasped

move. You are injured. Bad

walked over, pressing at

glance. He asked,

a while, he hummed as a

raised his eyebrows. “I see.

chimed in quickly. “Lucky? I’m

looked away helplessly. Taylor

Rylee couldn’t help

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

he was pretty annoyed. Frowning, he said, “You are too noisy. You kept croaking

I’m telling the truth. I’m not like Mr. Keith, the

at all. Well, to be exact,

disdained him for being dandiacal, hitting on different

arriving at Seaside Villa, make your herbal soup first. Drink

injured, so I can’t work for you tomorrow. How about

must watch you

that he was

it’s too weird. No, I won’t go

don’t you just stay in my house

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

you inform me ahead of? All

the phone, Timothy frowned, looking quite

secret glance at him,

wondered if he was angry again. She decided to quit arguing with him. He was so short-tempered. Since he insisted on letting her go

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

gaped at Timothy in