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Felicia pouted, “Just one more kiss is good.”

Timothy didn’t kiss Felicia but just reached out and stroked her hair, saying, “Sleep well. Good night.”

After saying that, he got up and left the room at Felicia’s disappointed look.

As soon as the door closed, Felicia hid under the covers and whimpered.

Timothy was not moved even though she was naked in front of him. She felt so incompetent.

After crying for a while, Felicia called her best friend in America.

She told her best friend what had happened tonight. Her friend thought for a moment and said, “Could he be frigid?”

“Huh? What?” Felicia widened her eyes and stopped crying.

“That means he’s not interested in sex, so he doesn’t respond to the sight of a naked woman. Or maybe he is sexually dysfunctional and can’t get it up properly.”

“Huh? No way. Timothy looks sturdy. Since he was a child, he has been practising martial arts, and it’s not a problem for him to fight dozens of special force soldiers by himself. He has so many muscles. How can such a strong man be…impotent?”

“That ability has nothing to do with physique. Some men, who look short and skinny, may have a huge dick that can go on all night. The last time I slept with a guy who was 5 feet 7, but his dick was bigger than a carrot. Damn, he nearly killed me with that! Shit!”

Felicia was dumbfounded, “Okay, okay. I’ll take a closer look then. Maybe you’re right.”

After hanging up the phone, Felicia couldn’t sleep.

Gosh, it might be possible!

Timothy might be sexually dysfunctional.

He hadn’t had any girlfriends when he was in America.

Later, when he started his career in the country, she heard from her father that she hadn’t had any women either.

How could he not have a woman at the age of twenty-six when he was so physically active?

Felicia covered her mouth and came to a realization. “Gosh! Timothy is so outstanding. He can’t be bad at it, can he? No wonder he always seems indifferent. He’s even sex-indifferent.”

Felicia suddenly pitied Timothy.

She decided that no matter what she did, she would save Timothy!

She must turn him into a normal man.

The next day morning at eight o’clock.

Timothy was sitting at the dining table. The maid had just brought his breakfast over when Felicia ran over with a portion of soup, shouting anxiously, “Wait! Eat this! Don’t eat that breakfast!”

Timothy put down his laptop and asked suspiciously, “Felicia? Why didn’t you sleep in?”

Felicia placed the soup in front of Timothy and rubbed her hands together, “I wasn’t sleepy, so I woke up early and made you soup. Hurry up and eat it while it’s hot.”

good, Felicia.

when Felicia slapped down Armand’s hand and shouted sharply, “You can’t drink it! It’s for Timothy! Timothy, eat it. No one

rolled his eyes

at

“It’s just soup. There’s no harm in having more soup. Just eat

carefully scooping up a spoonful and tasting it. He

The soup I

“Effective? What’s that?”

Felicia was dumbfounded.

effects are to nourish the lungs, prevent inflammation and so

do this next time. Just have some more sleep in the morning and let the underlings

his master’s

do it for you every day! Promise me, you have to drink it every

feeling that something was not

Something wrong with her?

something wrong

…

casually brushed her hair and

her face was swollen, probably from the aftermath of the punch to the back of her

face

almost burst

at Rylee and said, “Hey, here comes the kickass

frowned, pretended not to hear, sat down and

would go to school after finished eating

senior maid. Don’t you know, her master is marvellous and might find someone to beat you

go, the young daughter of the Carroll family actually went to work for others as a maid. Such a humiliating thing, but

hold back her anger anymore. She gave a grim smile and retorted, “What’s wrong

glared at Rylee fiercely but indeed didn’t have the

send someone to beat her up

already

was so angry that she heavily clinked her knife and fork, glaring at Rylee every now and

bites

throw away the cloth, “How disgusting! She can go as far as to

What else would such a lowly

gestured and whispered, “Dad

pretended to see Brook and

for her. The two

you heard? It’s said

Is that true? She looks so

simple nowadays. If you want an innocent girl,

sure if Rylee was sold

a well-known playboy, right? And he has slept with countless actresses. All of them ended

Rylee being this kind

…

at Rylee. She said, “Rylee, your interview assignment this time is with Mr. Kenneth Keith, the head