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.
“Taylor, please check on her arm.”
Timothy walked in, kicked a door open, and put Rylee onto a bed.
An old man wearing glasses who was reading a book turned his chair around slowly. He looked at
Timothy and then at Rylee. He asked, “Is she your girlfriend?”
He couldn’t believe what he had seen. Timothy carried a woman personally into his clinic with an edgy
look.
Timothy bit his bottom lip and didn’t answer. Rylee answered hurriedly, “No, Old Papa. I’m his maid.”
She didn’t tell the old man that she was his personal maid. It was a bit embarrassing.
How personal a maid could be? At least she hadn’t been clinging to his body.
Timothy’s face darkened.
It seemed Rylee couldn’t wait to draw a demarcation line with him.
He coughed. “Taylor, hurry. Please check up on her.”
Right 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 name?”
Rylee rubbed her nose. Acting like an obedient child, she muffled, “You are my elder. You called him by
his name, but I mustn't call him that way. It was rude.”
Timothy was so pissed. He raised his voice. “Didn’t I tell you I was not your elder?”
“Are you seeing a doctor here? If not, you’d better fight outside.”
Taylor’s words shushed them.
Timothy glared 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 her fast without leaving a scar?”
Taylor answered gruffly, “It was her arm that was injured, why did you have to carry her to the bed?
Were her legs hurt too?”
Timothy’s face darkened.
Rylee was so delighted. Clapping her hand, she said with a smile, “Old Papa, I agree. For such a short-
tempered guy, you should teach him a lesson more often.”
As soon as she clapped, the wound on her left arm was stretched. She frowned and gasped in pain.
“Don’t move. You are injured. Bad girl.”
Timothy frowned and walked over, pressing at her acupoint again.
Taylor looked up and took a glance. He asked, "Did you keep transmitting your internal power into
her?"
Timothy frowned. After a while, he hummed as a yes.
Taylor raised his eyebrows. “I see. This girl is so lucky.”
Rylee chimed in quickly. “Lucky? I’m extremely unlucky.”
Timothy looked away helplessly. Taylor snickered.
Out of Taylor's clinic, Rylee couldn’t help praising how wonderful the Chinese medicine was.
“Gosh! I can’t believe my eyes. Earlier, 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 so
wonderful. What do you think?”
Rylee turned to look at Timothy in the car. Timothy faked that he was pretty annoyed. Frowning, he
said, “You are too noisy. You kept croaking like a frog. Why are you so talkative as Kenneth?”
“What are you talking about? I’m telling the truth. I’m not like Mr. Keith, the playboy. We are completely
different.”
Rylee didn’t like Kenneth at all. Well, to be exact, his behaviors disgusted her.
She disdained him for being dandiacal, hitting on different women, and being a playboy.
Timothy rubbed his eyebrows and said, “After arriving at Seaside Villa, make your herbal soup first.
Drink that and your arm won’t hurt tomorrow. Although Taylor is a weirdo, he’s a medical expert.”
Rylee nodded. Then she frowned. “I can’t go to your house today. My arm is injured, so I can’t work for
you tomorrow. How about next week? You can deduct my salary for one day.”
“No way. I must watch you take the herbal soup.”
He almost blurted out that he was worried about her.
Rylee pouted. “I can’t work tomorrow. If I go to 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 home.”
Timothy frowned. “Why don’t you just stay in my house overnight? I won’t charge you for the
accommodation.”
Right then, his cell phone started ringing. He didn’t want to answer. When he checked the caller ID, his
eyes darkened. He swiped it to answer unhappily.
“Yes. It’s me... What? Why didn’t you inform me ahead of? All right. I see.”
After hanging up the phone, Timothy frowned, looking quite unhappy.
Rylee cast a secret glance at him, feeling scared.
She wondered if he was angry again. She 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 there obediently. Anyway, she
wouldn’t work for him the following day.
Before Rylee agreed to go to his house, Timothy said, “Armand, please send Rylee home.”
Rylee gaped at Timothy in surprise.
His face was darkened.
“Yes, Boss,” said Armand.
Timothy heaved a sigh. Looking at Rylee, he said in an undertone, “After arriving home, soak the herbs
in the water. Then boil it. After it’s boiled, you need to turn down the gas and boil it again.”
“Oh, I got it,” answered Rylee.
She wondered what he was going to do.
Timothy looked a bit exhausted and said, “Pull over.”
The car was parked on the roadside.
Timothy got down and took a few steps. Then he walked back, pulled the door open, and looked at
Rylee. “Don’t be lazy. You must drink the herbal soup twice a day. You can’t skip any.”
Rylee nodded. “I got it.”
Timothy nodded and got in another car.
Rylee turned around, watching Timothy get in. The car headed in another direction.
She heaved a sigh.
Timothy got down, so she was supposed to feel delighted, wasn’t she? Once he had gone, she
wouldn’t be on the tenterhook anymore…right?
However...
She felt so depressed.
She wondered what had happened to her.
How strange!
Timothy drove to Casa Feliz.
It was a villa that he used to stay in the past.
As soon as his car was pulled over and Timothy got down before he could keep his balance yet, a girl
ran out of the villa. She smiled brightly and threw herself into Timothy’s arms, hugging him tightly.
“Timothy! Why are you so late? I’ve been waiting for you for a long time!”
Timothy gave a small smile, looking so charming. His eyes twinkled. Releasing the girl, he rubbed her
hair. “Felicia, why didn’t you message me before you came back. I could pick you up.”
The girl called Felicia Schultz tilted her head and said joyfully, “I just wanted to give you a surprise.
Aren’t you surprised?”
“Surprise? I’m afraid you’ll be in danger when coming here alone.”
“Gee! How dangerous could it be? I’m a good fighter. No one could kidnap me.”
Felicia took Timothy’s arm, playing cute. “Timothy! Timothy, I haven’t seen you for ages. Won't you give
me a kiss?”
Timothy inhaled helplessly. He bent over and pecked on her cheek.
Felicia immediately grinned and wrapped her arms around his neck. Instead of letting him stand
upright, she hopped up, pouted, and pecked on Timothy’s lips quickly.
Timothy frowned, putting down her arms. He said flatly, “Hey, what were you doing? Get in.”
She held Timothy’s waist from his back. “No way. Timothy, carry me on your back. Just like when we
were in America, I want you to carry me on your back.”
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