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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

open, and

book turned his chair around slowly. He looked at Timothy and then at Rylee. He asked,

a woman personally into his

didn’t answer. Rylee

tell the old man that she was his personal maid. It

be? At least she hadn’t been clinging to

Timothy’s face darkened.

Rylee couldn’t wait to draw a demarcation line with

hurry. Please check up on

at Rylee, he asked, “Wait.

“You are my elder. You called him by his name,

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

a doctor here? If not,

Taylor’s words shushed them.

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

you have to carry her to the bed? Were her

Timothy’s face darkened.

hand, she said with a smile, “Old Papa, I agree. For such

as she clapped, the wound on her left arm

are injured. Bad

and walked over,

glance. He asked, "Did you keep transmitting your

a while,

his eyebrows. “I see. This girl is

chimed in quickly. “Lucky? I’m extremely

away helplessly. Taylor

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 doctor.

Frowning, he said, “You are too noisy. You

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

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

for being dandiacal, hitting

herbal soup first. Drink that and your arm won’t hurt tomorrow. Although Taylor is a weirdo, he’s a

arm is injured, so I can’t work for you tomorrow. How about next week? You can deduct my

must watch you take

out that he

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

just stay in my house overnight? I won’t charge you for the

want to answer. When he checked

What? Why didn’t you inform me ahead of? All

phone, Timothy frowned, looking

cast a secret glance at him,

angry again. She decided to quit arguing with him. He was so short-tempered. Since he insisted on letting her go to Seaside Villa, she could just

his house, Timothy said, “Armand, please

at Timothy