Armand raced up alongside the driver, "What a silly head! What exactly are you doing here? Get back
inside right now!" Timothy shouted as he rolled down the window.
"What's the matter with you today? Why are you behaving like an angry bird?" Rylee exclaimed as she
jumped up and down in the cold before sprinting back into the house.
When Timothy saw her return home, he motioned for them to drive away. He shifted his gaze to the
villa a few times, muttering, "Silly head!"
Rylee snuggled under the blanket as soon as she returned to her room, thinking, "What's the deal?
Timothy had brought me medicine and even prepared a lollipop; how could that be just 'passing by'?"
She took a deep breath and raised the lollipop to her eyes, "The mighty gangster boss may have
developed feelings for me! I'm sure he has because he just kissed me passionately!"
Rylee walked barefoot in front of the mirror and lightly patted her face, but the next second, she felt
frustrated.
"How is it possible that the all-powerful gang leader would be interested in me? I know I have a nice-
looking face, but I am nothing compared with those super models, international actresses, and the like.
Furthermore, I'm short and have small boobs. In Timothy's eyes, I was ugly with this and that defects.
Sigh, it's impossible for him to like me; the chances are even slimmer than me seeing an alien..."
Furthermore, he had someone beside him who had offered to marry him, a princess-like lady, so Rylee
thought she had no chance at tall.
She sagged onto the bed, giving up on the dream of having a powerful background and being a bully.
She sagged onto the bed, giving up on the dream of having a powerful background and being a bully.
But why did Timothy give her such a passionate kiss? Why?
Rylee's mind kept returning to the same question, preventing her from falling asleep.
She considered a variety of explanations before concluding that it was simply a punishment from
Timothy for being too loud.
She then dialed Joseph's number, ignoring the time.
"Who is calling at this hour? Shit!" As he was jolted awake by the call, Joseph shouted.
"This is Rylee."
"I'm tired; we'll talk tomorrow!"
"No! I have to get it out today or you won't be able to sleep!"
"Oh my gosh, what's the matter with you now?"
"Timothy kissed me on the lips today, and he even delivered medicine; do you think he cares about
me?"
"Timothy won't have feelings for you, I guarantee it with my life! He had seen all kinds of women, and a
man like him won't fall in love with any woman."
"However, he kissed me."
"A kiss is nothing, it's just like a handshake!"
"Isn't there a teeny-tiny chance Timothy likes me?"
"Could you please stop asking me stupid questions? I need to get some rest."
"You have no right to look down on me! Joseph Hans, you're a jerk! Go back to sleep, and I hope you'll
never wake up!"
…
Rylee hung up the phone angrily, and despite her reluctance, she had to admit that Timothy couldn't
possibly like her.
Everyone was well aware of this fact.
"Never mind, being kissed by a handsome man like Timothy isn't such a bad thing."
Meanwhile, Timothy, who was in the car, was reminiscing about their kisses with one hand on his lips.
It was delicious!
Rylee could now turn him on almost at anytime, anywhere.
Thinking about Rylee's expressions made Timothy smile, and this gave Armand sitting in the front
goosebumps.
Timothy entered his bedroom in the villa as he removed his jacket. When he turned on the light, he
realized someone was hiding inside, and he wondered, "Who's hiding here?" In hushed tones, he
inquired.
"It's me, Timothy," said the person on the bed under the blanket.
"What exactly are you doing in my room, Felicia?" Timothy was taken aback when he saw Felicia and
her naked shoulders outside of the blanket.
Felicia sat up straight, her long hair falling on her shoulders and a blanket draped over her body. She
was naked, with her shoulders exposed.
"I've been expecting you, Timothy, what took you so long?"
Timothy scowled. "Do you like this room so much? If so, you are welcome to stay here. I'll go to another
room."
Felicia shouted, "Don't go!" As he was about to walk away, she leaped out of bed, completely naked!
She had curvy body, the kind of body that men would lust over about a woman.
"Timothy, don't go!" Felicia dashed to him and hugged him tightly from behind, her naked body
completely immobilized on Timothy's back.
When he felt the warmth and softness of the body behind him, Timothy shivered.
"Felicia… Don’t…" Timothy took a deep breath, but he did not turn around.
"Timothy, I've grown up and become a woman now. Stop treating me like a child and take a good look
at me to see what a wonderful woman I've grown into." Felicia said as she tightened her hug and
kissed Timothy on the back.
"I told you before, Felicia, that because I'm your brother and you're my little sister, we can never have a
romantic relationship."
Felicia almost screamed, "Why not, why not? Why can't we be lovers since we're not biologically
related?" As she wriggled her body, she said.
"Enough already, Felicia, be a good girl and go back to bed. Timothy said gently as he drew her hands
away from him and walked out of the room.
"Timothy!" Felicia lunged in front of him, stretching her arms wide open, forcing Timothy to look at her
body.
"See? Isn't it true that I've blossomed?" In front of Timothy, she completely exposed her naked body.
Timothy's eyes reflected her fair and smooth skin, shoulders, busty chest, pinkish nipples, flat tummy,
and the beauty of a young lady between the legs.
"Don't be such a baby, Felicia!" Her actions enraged Timothy.
Felicia was already crying when she grabbed Timothy's hand and placed it on her breast. "Look, I'm an
adult now. I'm a mature lady, and I want to be your woman!"
Her busty chests bounced a little in Timothy's hand, and the nipple scratched lightly on his palm.
Felicia's body had grown so much, and her breast was so full that they couldn't fit entirely in Timothy's
hand. This was a lethal seduction. No man could refuse such a body!
Timothy's eyes darkened.
Felicia, on the other hand, begged and pleaded, "Sleep with me Timothy, please grant my wish,
please?"
"Felicia…"
"Listen! Allow me to speak!" Tears streamed down her cheeks, and her body trembled. "I don't want
anything in my life; all I want is to marry you and have only you touch my body; no one else could! You
adore me, so why can't you grant my wish?"
"That's not the case, Felicia!" Timothy frowned and sighed as he drew his hand back, "I adore you and
will always do so. I can give you anything you want except this. To me, a romantic relationship is no
laughing matter, and I only see you as my younger sister; I can't do this to my sister."
"I don't want anything else; this is all I want! I need you to say yes, please!" Felicia sobbed and threw
herself into Timothy's arms.
Timothy shifted his gaze elsewhere and let out a long sigh before lightly brushing Felicia's head with
one hand and placing his jacket on her body with the other.
"Don't act like a child any longer; if you keep doing this, I'll have no choice but to send you back to
America."
"No! Please don't send me back! I want to be here with you!" Felicia looked up at Timothy, stunned.
"If you want to stay, don't do anything like this again," Timothy frowned.
"I... I really want to be with you..." Felicia's tears streamed down her cheeks, and her voice became
hoarse.
"Get under the blanket and keep yourself warm! Don't catch a cold!"
Felicia paused. "I'd like you to carry me to my bed," she said, biting her lower lip.
Timothy fixed his gaze on the ceiling. "If you don't, I'm not going to sleep and will die from the cold,"
Felicia threatened.
Timothy sighed as he bent forward, holding Felicia in his arms, his gaze as angelic as if he were
carrying an infant.
Felicia's heart was broken by the way he reacted. She wept in her heart, "How could he not be turned
on? I'm completely naked in his arms! Is it because I'm not attractive enough, or because he's too
impassive?"
Timothy put Felicia on the bed and draped a blanket over her entire body.
"Timothy," Felicia called as he was about to leave.
"Yes?" Timothy turned to face her.
"Would you give me a goodnight kiss?" Felicia stumbled. Timothy, on the other hand, didn't move an
inch.
"You don't love me anymore; you used to kiss me goodnight when we were in America, and now you
don't." Felicia burst into tears.
Timothy then approached her and knelt next to her. Felicia was overjoyed.
"Saying goodnight is enough. No kissing. You're a grown-up now, right?" Timothy said sternly.
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