Rylee curled her lips, trying to cry but failed, “You misheard what I’ve said, my dear creditor. I didn't say the word huge. I mean this is h…hilarious. Look, you are so fit and don't have a fat belly, but why are your pants so baggy? “
The more she spoke, the more awkward Rylee was.
Why was she even discussing with this guy about underwear?
Timothy clasped his big hand on Rylee's head, and rubbed around it randomly. He then said with a smile, “Little maid, you got a lot of dirty thoughts in your mind.”
Rylee frowned, but didn’t argue.
Finally, having finished washing all the underwear, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Lying on Timothy's bed and playing games on the tablet for a while, she pretended to be very tired and ran down only to found Timothy in the yard.
“I'm done washing. What else do I need to do?”
Timothy waved to her, “Come here.”
“Oh.”
Rylee ran towards him, but who could've thought that she would trip over her own feet and fall forward.
“What the…!”
She fell onto the ground, lying on her face!
“Silly girl!”
Timothy's voice sounded as he rushed over and then took Rylee in his arms.
The old butler looked at them in a distance with a smirk, “A-ha, the hero came to save the beauty.”
“Shhh, keep your voice down. The boss doesn't want this girl to know what she means to him.”
Armand reminded the old butler.
The old butler looked puzzled.
He really wanted to tell Armand that he saw Mr. Wheeler practice martial arts in the middle of the night last night.
“Are you OK?”
Timothy asked Rylee.
Rylee shook his head, “It's okay. I got used to tripping. I've fallen on my knees many times since I was a kid. There’s even a scar, see?”
Timothy glanced at the ground and spoke, “Butler, this afternoon, replace all the tiles in the yard with wooden floors. Don’t forget to do the anti-slip treatment.”
“Yes, sir.”
Armand pouted.
This Rylee was really a money waster!
Since she came here, the boss had been spending more and more and more and more money.
Timothy, with his hands clasped behind his back, was a lot taller than Rylee, “Come on, I will teach you some defensive skills.”
“Really?” Rylee said with a frown, “Do I really need to learn martial arts? That's pretty tiring. Besides, I don't have any basics. So why do I have to learn that? Can I not learn it?”
Timothy’s expression turned serious, “You have to learn that! As my maid, I would be humiliated if my personal maid can’t even protect herself.”
Rylee tilted her head.
This was not very convincing.
Timothy sighed and added, “In the future, if your three sisters bully you together, you can beat their ass down within seconds.”
Oh?
Rylee stared at Timothy in surprise.
What? Mr. Wheeler can't stand the three pigs bully her?
Rylee grinned, “Is there any trick that I can use to beat them down and made them beg me for mercy?”
Timothy’s expression froze, “What I want to teach you is Kung Fu, not magic.”
Armand looked at the tall and the short practicing the simplest introductory moves of martial arts repeatedly on the grass. He was so bored that he started to yawn.
Mr. Wheeler was really patient and didn't feel tired of teaching after a long time.
However, it seems that Mr. Wheeler was only patient with this Rylee.
At lunch, Rylee ate a lot.
Because of martial arts practice, she felt exhausted. Besides, she was thrown down by Timothy many times. She now had a lot of appetite.
Several servants in the kitchen whispered, “This girl Rylee didn’t look like a maid at all, did she? She was eating so happily with Mr. Wheeler, and even be well taken care of by Mr. Wheeler. She could even be the lady of the room.”
“Beauty is really an edge. I never knew that being a servant could be so enjoyable.”
While they were eating, Rylee's cell phone rang. She was taking a mouthful of food when she looked at the cell phone, and answered the call directly.
Timothy looked at Rylee silently.
“Oh, Joseph, you're still worried about me?”
“Rylee, are you at my master’s house?”
“Well, I work here. My job was extremely tiring and boring. My arms and legs are about to break.”
Timothy gritted his teeth on the opposite side.
Look at her complaining here, because of such little work he had arranged to her?
“Rylee, have you forgotten about the charity event in school tonight?”
“Huh? Charity event? I really forgot about it!”
“You have a performance, remember? You will sing on behalf of your class. And I'm the hapless co-dancer for you.”
“Jeez, yes! If you don't remind me, I would completely forget it.”
“Remember to come to school to rehearse this afternoon. It will be officially held at the University public square at 8 o'clock tonight.”
“Oh, okay, I will definitely go. See you afternoon.”
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