She guessed that the slut must have dragged Mr. Wheeler to somewhere outdoor.
Rylee was anxious.
"Mr. Wheeler, let me save you!" she screamed inside.
Rylee rolled up her sleeves and kept searching for Timothy in all the rooms.
She didn’t find him in the cloakroom, storage room, or the balcony.
Swoosh!
Rylee pushed the door of the bathroom open forcibly.
The smoke and heat overwhelmed her. She couldn’t open her eyes in the heat.
She wondered if the hot pipe had been broken and the heat was leaked.
Rylee waved her hands in front of her, and finally, she could see something.
She gaped.
She widened her watery eyes in shock.
No way!
Mr. Wheeler was showering.
The water was turned off. His wet hair attached to his handsome face, making him look enchanting.
Water dropped on his healthy skin. He looked so hot.
That wasn’t the critical point.
The most important was that Rylee had seen his joy stick on Mr. Wheeler’s lower abdomen.
It was magnificent.
It was... tremendous!
With a glimpse, Rylee had thought about all the nasty words, such as rough sex, hurt, sadism and
persistence...
“Ah--” Rylee didn’t cover her eyes until she had stared at him for at least ten seconds.
Timothy finally returned to his senses. Squinting, he muttered to himself, “Little thing? Is it you for real?”
He didn’t think she was supposed to be here.
Hadn’t she returned to Carrolls’ Manor?
Didn’t she insist on going to find Manfred?
How could... How could she suddenly show up in his bathroom in his villa?
Impossible!
Timothy wondered if he had been too drunk that he was having an illusion.
Was he really that drunk?
However, he had heard a familiar scream which sounded exactly like Rylee.
Timothy strode to Rylee, stood in front of her, and squinted. Looking down at her trembling shoulders,
he put his big palm on her head and whispered, “Is it really you, Little Thing? Are you Rylee?”
Rylee was quite upset.
She wondered if he didn’t hope to see her. Who did he wish to see?
Rylee pulled down his hand in anger, looked up, and snapped, “Why can’t it be me? Who are you
expecting? You’ve gone too far!”
Timothy frowned upon hearing her roar.
“It’s really you!”
“Yeah! It’s me! I’m the undefeated Rylee! Why? Do you not want to see me here because I've
interrupted you?”
Timothy didn’t understand what Rylee meant. He slightly twitched his lips and smiled, “Haven’t you
gone home?”
***
“Are you asking me? It’s all because of you. I...” When Rylee was about to teach Timothy a lesson, she
looked down and saw Timothy’s joystick again. She exclaimed, covered her face, and trotted out
without thinking.
“Can you please put on clothes? Why do you like being naked so much?”
As a result, Rylee’s head hit on the bathroom door when she was in a panic.
There was a loud bang.
“Ouch! It hurts!”
Rylee covered her forehead, huddled up.
Timothy felt sorry for her when seeing it. Hurriedly, he walked over and held her in his arms, carrying
her out of the bathroom.
“Silly girl, why didn’t you look when walking? It must hurt a lot.”
Rylee opened her eyes and roared, “It’s all your fault! It’s all your fault!”
Timothy coaxed her patiently. “It’s my bad. It’s all my fault. OK?”
He put Rylee on his bed and said, “Wait for a moment. I’ll get you an ointment for relieving pain and
swelling.”
Rylee screamed again. She lay prone on the bed like a timid kitten.
“You-- Why haven’t you put on clothes yet? Hurry up and get dressed!”
Rylee kicked in anger.
She felt so ashamed. How could she see Mr. Wheeler’s private part so many times?
She was afraid that she would die of embarrassment.
However...
She wondered why Mr. Wheeler’s private part was much bigger than those models she had seen in the
magazines.
Sure enough, Mr. Wheeler was a martial artist, so his private part was so magnificent. She felt sorry for
the woman who would marry Mr. Wheeler in the future. If Mr. Wheeler was fond of having sex, his wife
would be exhausted by him definitely.
Seeing that Rylee was squirming in a silly but adorable way, Timothy laughed out. Bending over, he
approached Rylee’s ear and whispered with a smile, “How lucky you are, Rylee! You’ve seen my long
john.”
His words sounded so erotic.
“No, I haven’t. I didn’t see anything. I didn’t!”
Rylee lay on her stomach with blushed cheeks.
Right at this moment, she must deny it. Otherwise, she would look like an idiot.
“Oh, really? Haven’t you seen it? I have underwear on.”
“Bullshit! You are completely naked!” Rylee blurted out. Right after she finished her words, she
regretted it.
Mr. Wheeler was way too cunning. He set her up.
Timothy laughed. “I’ve heard it. You did see it. You’ve seen my naked body. I suffered a loss!”
Rylee said in a weak tone, “I truly didn’t see it. I swear.”
However, she realized that she lacked confidence when denying it.
Timothy sat next to her, grabbing her hand. “Then, tell me your thoughts after seeing it. Are you happy
with what you’ve seen?”
Rylee’s hand trembled obviously. She pulled it back and said, “Please, Mr. Wheeler. I truly didn’t see
anything. It’s true.”
Timothy smiled. He decided to stop teasing her, afraid that she would be annoyed.
He found a towel to wrap around his lower abdomen, found the ointment, and applied it to Rylee’s
forehead.
“This is the ointment for relieving pain and swelling. No worry. Your puppy head will get better soon.”
***
“Puppy head? It’s human head!” Rylee disagreed and retorted. She looked up, only to find that Timothy
was walking farther.
She swallowed hard when gazing at his back.
He looked pretty hot.
As if Timothy had eyes on his back, he asked, “Are you peeking at me, girl?”
“I’m not!” Rylee immediately turned around and denied in a hurry.
Timothy put down the ointment, turned around, and walked to Rylee. He patted himself on the butt and
asked purposely, “How do you like my butt?”
Eww!
Rylee purposely looked sickened, faking that she disdained him. “Hmm, not much to see.”
“That's confirmed, You did peek at me behind my back.” Timothy smiled evilly.
Rylee blushed.
She couldn’t understand, but whenever facing Timothy, she was always like a fool.
“Can’t you put on clothes? You pervert!”
Rylee cast a hateful glance at the towel on Timothy’s waist.
What should she do if the wind would blow the towel away?
If she saw his private part again, she would have a nosebleed.
Timothy sat on the sofa next to the bed, shaking his towel. “Can’t this do? This towel is quite thick. You
won’t see it through.”
“I don’t want to see it through. Come on. Hurry up and get dressed!”
Rylee was going nuts.
Finally, due to Rylee’s firm request, Timothy put on casual pants.
When he walked out of the cloakroom, he saw Rylee was looking down at the bed while puckering her
butt.
“What are you looking for?”
Timothy couldn’t help but pat her round butt.
It felt pretty nice.
He grabbed it.
“Huh?” Rylee frowned and stood up, resting her hand on the waist. “Looking for someone!”
“Someone? Who can you find below my bed?”
“The woman. Where have you hidden her?”
Rylee looked like a puppy that was about to bite Timothy.
“What? Woman? What woman?”
“Stop acting. Mr. Keith downstairs said a woman was in your room. Where is she? Where have you
hidden her?”
Timothy understood finally. Faintly smiling, he sat down with a glass of brandy. “I see. You didn’t go
home at midnight but came here instead just because of this matter, right?”
Rylee widened her mouth, inhaling.
She wasn’t happy with his attitude. She had come here to save him from the danger, but he didn’t
appreciate it. He was even kidding with her.
Rylee walked over and grabbed the brandy from Timothy’s hand fiercely. She smashed the wine glass
on the table and roared, “You’ve been framed. Don’t you know? They made you drunk and wanted to
take advantage of you. Why can’t you understand?”
Timothy looked at Rylee with a smile, his legs crossed, and said in a deep tone, “Why are you so
worried about others taking advantage of me?”
“How couldn’t I? I can’t sit and watch my friend be tricked without doing anything, can I?”
“Am I your friend?”
“Well...” Rylee stammered.
It seemed not...
“Well?” Timothy gazed at Rylee deeply.
Under his gaze, Rylee felt numb over her body. She stammered, “You should be my friend now. After
all, you are my debtor, Mr. Wheeler. You are the elder I respect.”
As soon as Timothy heard that he was her elder, his face darkened.
He wasn’t willing to be her elder at all.
He cursed inwardly.
Timothy looked at Rylee and said, “I’m only eight years older than you. How could I be your elder?”
Rylee thought for a moment, curling her lips. “Then... You can’t be in the same generation as me.”
“Why can’t I? Don’t you have an older brother who’s seven or eight years older than you?”
Rylee shook her head determinedly. “No, I don’t.”
Timothy almost blurted out a curse.
He was going nuts. Why didn’t Rylee have brothers or sisters who were much older than
her?
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