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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.

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a door open, and

wearing glasses who was reading a book turned his chair around slowly. He looked at Timothy and

had seen. Timothy carried a woman personally into his

Rylee

was his personal maid. It was

a maid could be? At least she hadn’t been

Timothy’s face darkened.

Rylee couldn’t wait to draw a

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

are my elder. You called him by his name, but I

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

seeing a doctor here? If not,

Taylor’s words shushed them.

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 her fast

“It was her arm that was injured, why did you have to carry her to the bed?

Timothy’s face darkened.

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

left arm

move. You are injured. Bad

frowned and walked over, pressing

He asked, "Did you keep transmitting your internal

frowned. After a while, he hummed as

eyebrows. “I see.

chimed in quickly. “Lucky? I’m extremely

looked away helplessly. Taylor

clinic, Rylee couldn’t help

when I got in, 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 doctor. I didn’t believe in Chinese medicine doctors at all. Now, I know Chinese medicine is

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

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

all. Well, to

dandiacal, hitting on different women, and

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

she frowned. “I can’t go to your house today. My arm is injured, so I can’t work for you

way. I must watch you

out that he was worried about

weird. No, I won’t go

don’t you just stay in my house overnight? I won’t

didn’t want to answer. When he checked the caller ID, his eyes darkened. He swiped

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

up the phone, Timothy frowned, looking

glance at him, feeling

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

house, Timothy said, “Armand, please send

at