Just as Maia was still thinking about what to do, Tim had already been fast asleep.
Hearing his steady breathing, Maia gave a sigh.
Taking a deep breath, she had no choice but to help him rise and take off his dirty clothes.
Maia tried her best not to look at Tim's body, but she still saw his powerful muscles.
She didn't expect that he would be so strong since he didn't seem so when he was clothed.
Maia blushed when she realized what she was thinking. Fortunately, Tim was asleep, otherwise she
must have been pretty embarrassed.
She then threw Tim in bed and cleaned up the vomit on his body with a hot towel, during which she felt
her face burning.
She had never done this for a man before.
When she finished that, Maia was exhausted. She could feel that her back was wet. Her clothes were
soaked with sweat. But she didn't notice that until this moment.
Maia looked at Tim who was dead to the world, and found that he was actually quite handsome in the
light.
She then shook her head vigorously.
'What are you thinking? '
'This man only cares about Lady Bush.'
Maia cleared her head quickly and went to the bathroom to wash Tim's clothes.
It was already three o'clock in the morning when she finally got it done.
She then tidied up the room and went back to hers.
'I'm worn out!'
She fell asleep as soon as she threw herself onto the bed.
When Tim woke up the next morning, he couldn't find his clothes. He went out onto the balcony, and
saw his suit drifting in the wind, the corners of his mouth twitching.
Tim clearly knew who did that.
It was Maia. She had hand-washed his suit.
He knew well that she did that with good intentions, but the material of his suit could not be washed by
hand!
Although the suit had not been torn, he would rather not to wear it.
Tim took a few deep breaths and told himself that Maia didn't do that on purpose. She did that with
good intentions instead.
When he turned around, he saw some pills for hangover and a bottle of hot water on the table. It should
be Maia who had prepared them for him.
Tim remembered that he drank a lot yesterday and didn't come back until after midnight. But he
couldn't think of what had happened after he came back to his room.
He ran quickly to the bathroom and found that it was clean and tidy. He also didn't smell alcohol on
himself.
'It should be Maia,' Tim thought.
He then called the front desk and asked the staff there to buy two sets of clothes for him. After that, he
went to take a shower in the bathroom.
Tim was clear that nothing had happened between Maia and him, otherwise he should have felt it. After
all, he was not that stupid.
But it suddenly came to him that it seemed not bad to have Maia as his secretary. At least, she could
help him so that he wouldn't find himself in an awkward position when he got drunk.
After the shower, Tim took the pills with some hot water. He felt warm in his stomach.
The last time he felt this way was when he was still a child and staying with his mom.
It had been a very long time since that.
Thinking of his mom, Tim called the sanatorium at once.
"How's my mom doing?"
"Mrs. Louis is doing good. But she's been sleeping much and eating less recently. We've always been
paying attention to her, so don't worry, Mr. Tim."
Tim felt relieved at the nurse's words. He told her to take good care of his mom before he hung up.
Just at this moment, the doorbell rang.
Tim went to answer the door in his pajamas.
He saw Maia standing outside of the door with the breakfast that she bought. She smiled at him and
said, "You're up. I bought some millet congee for you. Since you drank too much yesterday, it's better
for you to have some wholegrain for breakfast. It's good for your stomach."
Tim looked at Maia, who just came back from outside. He could see sweats and a warm smile on her
face. For a moment, he felt warm inside.
He leaned against the wall and said for the first time, "You remind me of my mom."
Maia's lips twitched.
"Am I that old?"
"My mom is not old. She is quite pretty."
Tim suddenly felt a desire to talk to her.
Perhaps it was because Maia was so warm at this moment, or, maybe it was the sunshine. It might also
because he had been alone for too long, so he just wanted to talk to somebody.
"Come in. Let me show you my mom's pictures."
Grabbing her hand, Tim pulled Maia into his room and asked her to sit down on his bed.
He unlocked his phone and showed Maia his mom's pictures one by one.
"See, I didn't lie to you, did I? If I didn't tell you just now, can you imagine her having a son at my age?"
Tim said proudly.
But Maia found that these pictures had something in common.
She looked at Tim and asked cautiously, "Is your mom sick? It seems that all these pictures have been
taken in hospital."
Tim's face darkened at once.
After thinking for a few seconds, he whispered, "My mother has been in the sanatorium for almost
twenty years."
"What's the matter with her?"
"Mental problems."
Talking about that, Tim felt like having a drink again.
Maia noticed that he didn't want to continue this topic, so she brought the congee to him and said,
"Have some congee first please, so that you won't have a stomachache."
Tim was stunned for a moment.
Other women usually wanted to know about him because this was the only way that they could get
close to him. But Maia was different. She changed the topic instead.
Tim felt somewhat relaxed suddenly.
"You're not bad. No wonder Nicole thinks so highly of you. I wonder who will be lucky enough to marry
you in the future."
"Didn't you say a person like me won't have a boyfriend?"
Maia repeated to Tim what he had said to her before.
Tim choked.
Maia didn't say more but helped Tim make the bed.
"Just leave it like that. There'll be staff coming to tidy up. Besides, this hotel also provides breakfast."
"OK."
Maia said but she didn't stop the movements of her hands. Finally, the quilt was folded neatly into a
cuboid, which reminded Tim of the life in the army.
"One might think you've been a soldier if he doesn't know you."
Maia paused for a moment and said with regret, "I do wanna serve in the army if I can, but I'm not tall
enough. To be honest, I really wanna be a soldier, but I will never have such an opportunity in my life. I
think, I'll just marry a soldier later."
"What's so good about being a soldier?"
"I think it's great! But people like you are not qualified to be a soldier. "
Maia got a bit angry. She thought Tim asked such a question out of jealousy since he was not a soldier.
Maia only just felt that Tim was actually better than she previously thought. But now she wondered
whether such a favorable impression could last even for a few minutes.
Hearing Maia's words, Tim said with a smile, "I'm not qualified as a solder? What a joke! I asked to
change a profession by myself, otherwise I would've been a commander now."
"OK, stop bragging."
Maia didn't believe Tim's words at all.
But Tim didn't argue with her. Watching her tidy up the room, he suddenly felt warm.
"Your suit is dry. Why didn't you get it back?"
Maia noticed that Tim's suit was still hanging on the balcony, so she hurriedly got it in.
Tim was speechless.
"Maia."
"Huh?"
"Let's set up a rule."
Maia was confused about Tim's words.
"What's that?"
"Don't wash my clothes from now on."
"Why? Isn't the suit clean? I didn't use the washing machine. I hand-washed it instead. Trust me. It's
very clean."
Maia placed the suit in front of Tim, probably to prove that she didn't lie.
Tim was about to tell her that this suit had become worthless after being hand-washed, but on looking
at her face, he withheld his words. From her face, He could read her sincerity.
"Never mind."
Tim felt so strange. The words were on his lips, but why did he just choke them back?
"I know right? I washed it carefully and it's very clean now. You can get changed now. I'm gonna go
back to my room first."
With that, Maia left the room.
Tim cast a glance on the suit in front of him and put it away.
The staff brought him the new clothes. He put them on and left the room.
When he opened the door, he saw Alexia standing outside of his room.
Tim felt somewhat bored at the sight of her.
"Are you a ghost? Why do you keep showing up and haunting me?"
"Mr. Tim, please allow me to reintroduce myself. My name is Alexia, a jewelry designer. Your company
has contacted me a while ago. Do you still remember that, Mr. Tim?"
Alexia smiled and introduced herself politely.
Tim finally knew why her name sounded so familiar to him. She was the jewelry designer that he had
been looking for.
However, he didn't feel particularly enthusiastic. "I see," he said, and then walked past.
"Mr. Tim, thank you for the invitation. I'm happy to be a member of your company."
"Alright, then go directly to our company to register."
After he finished speaking, Tim went directly to Maia's room.
"Maia, are you done?"
Hearing Tim's voice, Maia walked out quickly.
"Yes. I'm coming."
Like usual, she was wearing a shirt and jeans, like an insurance saleswoman.
"Wear something else."
"Doesn't it look good?"
Maia looked at herself in puzzlement.
'I think it's quite good,' she thought.
Looking at Maia, Tim shook his head and said, "Go buy a new set of clothes. I'll go with you."
"I'm also gonna buy some clothes. Let's go together. I can give some advice to Miss Maia."
Alexia walked forward at once and said with a smile.
Seeing Alexia coming closer, Maia wanted to refuse subconsciously. But Tim said, "It's just as well.
Also, pick some accessories to match the clothes. You have a superb eye and know how to make her
look better."
"Sure, Mr. Tim. Don't worry. I'll give Miss Maia a new look."
Maia was dumbfounded. Alexia looked at her with a smile and said, "Miss Maia, I'm very sorry for what
I did earlier. I didn't know you're Mr. Tim's friend. Please forgive me. I'm a jewelry designer of Mr. Tim's
company, so we're friends now. Miss Maia, you came here with Mr. Tim for business, didn't you? But it
doesn't seem appropriate for you to dress like this. Let me show you around so that you can buy some
new clothes. "
"Is that okay?"
Maia would never pick a fight as long as someone didn't offend her on purpose. That's her way of doing
things. Therefore, she forgave Alexia immediately after she heard her words.
Moreover, since Alexia was a designer of Tim's company, it would not be appropriate for her to go too
far.
When Alexia noticed that Maia didn't care about what had happened between them anymore, a trace of
anger slid through her eyes.
'How dare such a country girl make me lay low like that? I'm gonna make her suffer.'
She kept this to herself and wore a perfect smile. She reached out to hold Maia's hand and then left the
hotel with Tim.
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