Wolf President Hooks Up novel Chapter 598

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.”