Rylee Carroll's eyelids twitched fiercely, and she turned to see Manfred Shawn in a panic.
Manfred said embarrassedly, “I'm being pushy again, am I? I just can't help wanting an answer from
you. Anyway, this is my wish.”
Without saying anything, Rylee dug a spoonful of dessert and put it in her mouth.
But she thought to herself, “Manfred, I can't refuse your kindness, because it feels like my mom. I don't
want to give it up.”
The atmosphere was inexplicably heartwarming.
Suddenly, Rylee's phone rang, which gave her a start.
Rylee hurriedly picked up the phone and saw that it was Timothy calling.
Why did Mr. Wheeler call her in the late night?
Rylee quickly swallowed the food in her mouth and cleared her throat. Then she answered the phone,
“Hello?”
Timothy's clear and impassive voice came through immediately, “Are you sleeping?”
Rylee glanced at Manfred over there, slightly flustered, and replied, “Not yet.”
“Have you made the herbal soup?”
“Huh? Herbal soup?”
If not for Timothy’s reminder, Rylee would completely forget about the medicine.
Rylee held the phone and looked around to find it.
Manfred understood what she was doing, and helped her look for it. Eventually, they found it at the
entrance of the door.
“What? Haven't you boiled it yet?” Timothy narrowed his eyes and raised his tone.
“Oh! Of course! Ha-ha! Of course I have boiled it!” Rylee quickly denied in fright.
While talking, she shook her head vividly, as if Timothy over the phone could see her shaking her head.
“Is it too bitter and hard to swallow, so you didn't drink it all?”
“How…how can that be? I've drunk it all. It can help me recover, so I don't mind it's bitter. Don't worry, I
have drunk it all without leaving a single drop!”
Why did she feel that the medicine is Timothy's most favorite patented product? As if it will be a huge
offense to him if she did not drink it.
Damn, even taking medicine can be dangerous.
Timothy snorted, “Judging from your word, you haven’t drink it yet. I warn you that you will bear serious
consequences if you don’t drink it. If it goes cold, warm it up and drink it afterwards. You are not
allowed to drink cold medicine.”
Timothy still speaks like a commander who was giving order.
Rylee nodded her head, “I know, I know, I know, I'll definitely drink it all. I'll warm it up if it's cold. I know
that. You don't need to keep on stressing about it anymore. Don't you feel that your mouth is getting
dry? Go have some water.”
Timothy smiled secretly, “Just drink the medicine and get recovered so that you can come back and
work for me soon.”
Rylee curled her lips. Hum, she already knew that this guy didn't care about her. He just wanted to
make full use of her.
What a capitalist, Mr. Wheeler!
“I know. I appreciate you caring about me as a boss caring about his employee. I will get well as soon
as possible, and will not cause you any loss.”
Timothy wanted to say something, but he then heard Felicia’s voice from outside. He had to end this
conversation hurriedly, “I am glad that you are aware of it. I’ll supervise you to take the medicine. Get
some sleep. You can take a break tomorrow, and you will still get paid.”
As soon as Rylee heard that she didn't need to work tomorrow and could get a paid leave, she was
joyful again. Squinting her swollen eyes, she cheered, “You are so great, boss. Thank you for your
kindness! Long live the boss!”
Timothy hung up, his lips curling up into a smile.
As soon as the call was hung up, the door was opened and Felicia ran in. Staring at Timothy curiously,
Felicia questioned him, “Timothy, I called you several times and you didn’t answer me. Who are you
talking to? Show me the phone!”
Felicia's white and tender little hand stretched out.
Timothy raised his eyebrows. He would not hand over the phone, but he changed the subject and said,
“Didn’t you say that you want to make me a pizza? Are you finished with it yet? Come on, it's not
burnt?”
Felicia stomped her feet and protested, “You don't trust me? I am not so useless! I am not bragging.
The pizza tasted really delicious. Hurry up. Go down and try Chef Felicia's craftsmanship.”
After speaking, Felicia took Timothy's hand and ran out with a smile.
Timothy quietly stuffed his phone into his trouser pocket.
After receiving the call from Timothy, all the haze and sadness disappeared. She gobbled down the
dessert and took a gulp of milk tea. Feeling satisfied with the food, she sighed at Manfred, “Sometimes,
someone can be so annoying that I want to kick his ass. But sometimes, he can be regarded as
tolerant and great.”
Manfred looked at Rylee's little pink face and couldn't help frowning. “You meant...”
“Timothy! Timothy Wheeler!” Rylee shout out Timothy’s name happily.
Manfred furrowed his eyebrows deeper.
“Rylee, how did you get to know Timothy?”
“Oh, well. It was a dramatic story, or incredible I would say. I was riding my bike that day and...” Rylee
spoke while making gestures with joy. Sometimes she even giggled happily.
Manfred listened and couldn't help sighing.
When Rylee talked about Timothy, she probably didn't even notice that she could be so relaxed and
happy.
Could it be... or maybe that Timothy can give Rylee the sense of security and dependence?
“That's it! Sadly, I became the poor little maid of a gang leader!” Rylee finished speaking, with her big
eyes flashing.
Manfred thought to himself, “When this girl recalled the past, her expression didn’t show any sense of
sadness? On the contrary, she was in joy.”
Manfred shook his head, as if he tried to shake away the anxiety in his heart, comforting himself that
Rylee didn't have feelings for Timothy at all. In Rylee's eyes, Timothy was nothing more than her
creditor and her boss.
That's it.
Manfred stood up with a faint smile, “Okay, the story is over. I should go to make you the herbal soup.
Didn’t you say that you have to drink it before sleep?”
Rylee nodded vigorously, “Yes, yes, if I don't take it on time, I guess Mr. Wheeler will kick my head as a
ball.”
“Well, I'll boil the medicine for you. You can watch TV now.”
Rylee enjoyed the TV show happily, shouting to Manfred's back, “Thank you.”
Manfred leaned against the kitchen door and looked at Rylee, heaving a sigh, “How I wish I could do
this for you for the rest of my life when you don't have to say thank you.”
Rylee was a little embarrassed, and quickly turned her eyes away. Fearing to make Manfred
misunderstand her, she fixed her eyes on the TV without stealing a glance at him.
...
Felicia held Timothy's arm affectionately, pushed him to the table and sat down, “Don't be too
surprised, your Felicia has become so capable now!”
She waved to the servant childishly, and the servant immediately brought in a large tray.
Timothy smiled, “Our Felicia has been very capable since childhood, and whatever you cooked is just
as delicious.”
Felicia grinned brightly with squinted eyes, “To cook for my dear Timothy for life. Of course I have to
start working hard since I was young.”
Timothy's brow twitched slightly.
Felicia lifted the lid while humming a song, “Well, well, well... the most delicious Felicia's Pizza!
Timothy, what do you think? Doesn't it look tasty? Come on and smell it.”
Felicia pressed Timothy's neck and demand him to bend over and smell it. Timothy had no choice but
to leaned over, acting as if he had smelt it carefully, and praised, “Well, it's not bad, it seems that your
cooking skill has improved again.”
She sat on Timothy’s lap, wrapping her arms around Timothy’s neck, and said coquettishly, “When you
went to visit me last time, you told me that you didn’t like the curry in it. Afterwards, I improve the pizza
sauce. There is no curry now!”
Felicia leaned her small delicate face on Timothy’s chest, took a deep breath of the smell from Timothy.
She then said proudly, “You can never find any girl better than me. Nor any girl take you into
consideration in the first place. I, Felicia Shultz, was born for you! Timothy, you must cherish me
dearly.”
Timothy gently pulled down the hands on his neck, put Felicia down, and said gently, “You have not
grown up yet. Where did you learn these words? Felicia will have a wonderful life of your own in the
future.”
She pouted and muttered unhappily, “Why do you keep saying I haven't grow up? I'm 20 years old and
I am legally an adult!”
Timothy changed the subject, “Will you give me a piece of pizza or you want to keep talking? You don’t
want me to taste your cooking?”
Immediately lit up by his word, Felicia shoveled a piece herself, and put it on Timothy's plate.
Timothy took a bite and nodded in praise, “Yeah! It tastes really good. Felicia, you can even start your
own restaurant in the future.”
Felicia held her cheeks and watched Timothy eating happily. She quickly answered, “I don’t want to
start a restaurant. You are so rich. I don’t want to go to work. I will cook for you at home so that you can
enjoy my cooking every day.”
Timothy cast a glance at her, and frowned again.
He remembered something and said, “You had just come back. What about I take you out to dinner
tomorrow? Do you like hot pot?”
“Why do you think I like hot pot?!” Felicia responded quickly and widened her eyes.
“What!” Timothy almost choked, looking at Felicia in surprise, “I remember that you like them a lot?”
Felicia pouted, looking upset, “Timothy, I didn’t like hot pot at all. You mistook someone else's liking for
mine. I's really lame. You don’t even remember what I like to eat.”
Timothy rubbed her head to comfort her, “Come on, how can I remember so much things since I have
so many businesses to deal with? Anyway, I will take you out to eat tomorrow.”
Felicia smiled after hearing this.
Timothy can't eat anymore, frowning.
“How can I remember it wrong?”
Who on earth likes to eat little hot pot?
It suddenly occurred to him that: Rylee loves hot pot!
That time, he saw Rylee and Manfred eating together in the restaurant.
Damn!
Thinking of Rylee's face, Timothy couldn't help gritting his teeth.
Little girl! Why did she show up around him? It made him so restless now. His life was seriously
affected by her.
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