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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. You’re really good at this. The soup smells

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

his eyes

soup is this?” Timothy looked at the soup and glanced at

and stammered, “It’s just soup. There’s no harm in having more

up a spoonful and tasting it. He raised his brows and nodded, “Well, it does taste

The soup I made is both delicious and

“Effective? What’s that?”

Felicia was dumbfounded.

she said in a panic, “Its effects are to nourish the lungs, prevent inflammation and

need to do this next time. Just have some more sleep in the morning

master’s precious

you

frowned, feeling that something

Something wrong with her?

something wrong

…

casually brushed her hair

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

whole face

burst

Rylee and said, “Hey, here comes the

not to hear, sat down and

to school after finished eating anyway, so she didn’t bother with

you know, her master is marvellous and might find someone

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

them into her mouth, couldn’t hold back her anger anymore. She gave a grim smile and retorted, “What’s wrong with a maid? A maid can make your faces look like hers. Come and try if you dare

glared at Rylee fiercely but indeed didn’t have the

would send

was already

she heavily clinked her knife and fork, glaring at Rylee every now

gobbled a few bites and went

She can go

and begged to become his maid, didn’t she? What else would such a lowly person not dare to do? It’s disgusting to live in the same house with

gestured and whispered,

silenced together, then pretended to see Brook

The two

murmuring at a distance, “Have you heard? It’s said that the campus bell,

Is that true? She

If you want an innocent girl, go to the kindergarten

sure if Rylee was

playboy, right? And he has slept with countless actresses. All of

shame for Rylee being this kind of woman.

…

around the panel and suddenly landed her gaze at Rylee. She said, “Rylee, your interview assignment this time