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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

walked in, kicked a door open,

around slowly. He looked at Timothy and then at Rylee.

he had seen. Timothy carried a woman personally into his clinic with an edgy

Rylee answered hurriedly,

old man that she was his personal

personal a maid could be? At least

Timothy’s face darkened.

to draw a demarcation line with

coughed. “Taylor, hurry. Please check up

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

an obedient child, she muffled, “You are my elder. You called him by his name, but I

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

you 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 a scar in the future. Do you have any method to cure

was injured, why did you have to

Timothy’s face darkened.

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

on her left

move. You are injured. Bad

walked over, pressing at her

asked, "Did

After a while,

raised his eyebrows. “I see. This girl is

quickly.

away helplessly. Taylor

couldn’t help praising how

couldn’t move a bit. After Old Papa's acupuncture therapy, it doesn’t hurt any longer if I

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

talking about? I’m telling the truth. I’m not

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

hitting on different women, and being

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

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

I must watch you take the

almost blurted out that

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

you just stay in my

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

inform me

hanging up the phone,

cast a secret glance at him, feeling

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 the following

his house, Timothy said, “Armand, please send

gaped at Timothy in