She snubbed a delicious meal prepared by Manfred! Oh, no! She was sad thinking about it, her mouth
pouted, and she was unsure how to tell Manfred about it.
'What type of tone should I use? Sweet? Lovely? Is there anything else I should say? What topic will
not make me appear stupid and lame?' She, unlike with Timothy, could never be herself in front of
Manfred.
'Let's skip the phone call; a text will suffice.' Rylee had finally decided to text rather than call: "I'm sorry
that I'll have to miss your lovely meal this afternoon due to an urgent matter that required my presence;
please reschedule our date, thank you."
Rylee then waited for his response nervously after sending the text; she kept looking at her phone,
rubbing her nose, blinking, and even pulling her hair.
Manfred was already in the supermarket, gathering all of the necessary ingredients when he received
her text. He froze for a few seconds before sighing as he read the text.
...
He looked at all the ingredients in the shopping cart and felt depleted; he then grabbed everything
inside the cart and simply set it aside, ignoring the complaints of those around him, and walked away.
He only responded after he had exited the supermarket: "It's okay, we can postpone it until next time."
Rylee breathed a sigh of relief as she read that.
Felicia, meanwhile, was busy cooking in the kitchen, adding ingredients to the pot, and inhaling the
fragrance.
"You'd make a great wife candidate, cooking for Mr. Wheeler," the old maid said, smiling.
"I'll deliver the food to Timothy; I need to be prepared to be a good wife to him. I am learning to cook for
him, and I am familiar with a variety of cuisines, including French cuisine," Felicia blushed as she
spoke.
"You are of such high caliber that Mr. Wheeler is fortunate to have you."
Felicia smiled as the maid complimented her, "Do you think we're a good match?" She inquired.
"Of course you are, you two are a match made in heaven!"
"I share the same thoughts," she smiled briefly before biting her lower lip in sadness, wondering where
she could get the drug she desired.
Rylee was taken to a location twenty kilometers away outside of town by the driver. She looked around
after getting down and took a few deep breaths with her mouth wide open. "What a lovely location!"
Mountains in the background, greeneries, a fountain, and an unbounded grass field with a few
European-style villas in the middle of the greens.
"What a heaven-like oasis outside of the city!" Rylee's eyes were wide open in awe of the sights in front
of her.
Despite being the lady of the Carroll, she had never lived in luxury. She had never been to a luxurious
place like this because her pocket money was barely enough to cover her living expenses since she
lived with her mother.
"It's not bad, huh?" Timothy who had been waiting for her said as he approached.
"Not bad? It's stunning! It's indescribable!" Rylee was so taken with the scenery that she didn't even
look at Timothy.
Timothy took her hand in his and led her forward, saying, "You can come here whenever you want in
the future, and this is a nice and quiet place."
Rylee was overjoyed. "Is this location yet to be announced to the general public?"
"Yes, it's still under construction and will open next year," Timothy said, nodding.
"How much does a night cost?"
"A few thousand dollars per person."
"Wow, that's pricey!" Rylee exclaimed, "This place costs an arm and a leg, it's too pricey!" She said to
Timothy.
"This is a place only for the elite, not for the general public," he said, looking around.
Timothy was dressed casually today, Rylee realized only now. A light-orange three-button knit sweater
with all the buttons undone, revealing his slender neck and fine-looking chest. At the bottom was a
white tracksuit that was finely wrapped around his long legs and firm buttocks.
He appeared to be both gentle and sexy. Shit! Timothy did enjoy wearing sexy outfits.
He was born with a model body that exuded a refined aura.
"You've been staring at me as if I'm part of the panorama," Timothy said, smiling and looking gently at
Rylee. His smile was dangerously seductive.
"Huh?" Timothy's words made Rylee realize she had been staring at him for quite some time! She
quickly averted her gaze and said shyly, "I wasn't looking at you, I was looking at... the tree behind
you," as she stuck her tongue out.
She believed that if she had the opportunity to look at Timothy every day, no one could ever satisfy her.
It wasn't too bad if she used a beauty like Timothy in her head, right?
It was like looking at a good-looking male escort.
"Oh, I almost forgot about my belongings! Everything is in the car!" Rylee dashed back to the car,
bringing everything she had purchased earlier down the car as Timothy watched.
"What exactly is all of this?"
"Things I bought for you, food and drinks that could save your life!" He frowned, while Rylee gave a silly
smile.
Armand almost passed out when he heard that, while Timothy smiled inwardly.
"Look at this, I brought you instant noodles to satisfy your hunger because you said you couldn't find
food or drink here. I'm thoughtful, am I?" Rylee said, smiling at Timothy, as she tried her hardest to lift
the bags.
'With everything I've done for him, I'm sure he couldn't say no. Yeah! My interview assignment will be
completed quickly!'
"Oh no, you're feeding me this nonsense? Your offspring will definitely turn into pigs if you feed them
this!" Timothy smirked.
"Wait? What exactly did you say?" Rylee took a few steps forward, her head tilted, looking at Timothy.
It was a sunny day, and rays of light streamed across Timothy's side, creating a silhouette portrait;
behind that portrait was a distinctive gorgeous face, a rare beauty.
Rylee stared at Timothy, dazed once more.
"Nothing, it seems you don't cook."
"Who says? I'm a fantastic cook! I bought this due to time constraints; I didn't have time to go to the
supermarket and instead came here. Wait a minute, this is not what you said; you mentioned offspring."
"You misheard it," Timothy said as he took all the bags off Rylee's hands with one hand and held her
hand with the other.
"It's heavy, let me have it," Rylee implored but was turned down.
"I can carry them," he said, his voice commanding as if everyone in the world was meant to serve him.
'He is a man at the top of the pyramid, a wealthy gangster boss, I should not let him carry those bags,'
Rylee comprehended quietly, her mouth pouting. She then smiled and said, "Please let me carry those
bags..."
"Stop bothering me! Do you want to be punished?" Timothy looked at Rylee with a frown.
Rylee immediately shut up, biting her lip and rounding her eyes. 'Did he say punishment? From mouth
to mouth? Whoa, that is a pair of seductive sexy red lips!' She thought as she looked at his lips...
Not only that, but it also gave off an elegant cold vibe, which must have tasted delicious on such
beautiful lips as his. Such that, if she made noises around him on purpose, she would be able to taste
that pair of lips? This was a brilliant but degrading, perverted idea.
Timothy was bothered by Rylee's strange expression. "What's the point of that expression?" Looking at
her, he inquired.
"What? How do I appear? Haha."
"Like a toad, a horny-looking toad." Timothy was in such a good mood when he said this, gazing off into
the distance and tightening his grip on her hand.
'What? What exactly did he say? A toad? And a horny one? What a sharp tongue he's got.'
"What type of metaphor did you employ? A toad? You're such a jerk! I'm nothing like a toad! How can a
lady be compared to a toad? You're a toad, the ugliest of them all!" Rylee screamed, her eyes tightly
shut.
Timothy maintained his usual level of calm, "There's so much noise! What exactly did you say I was?"
Rylee immediately grasped his meaning and forced a smile on her face, "You misheard it; I didn't say
anything and was referring to myself."
'Oh, no! Who am I to curse myself?'
"Are you sure you weren't referring to me?" Timothy asked Rylee.
His gaze was as deep as the ocean, making Rylee uncomfortable to be stared at while drooling over
his beauty.
"Of course, I wasn't referring to you, you are the almighty boss, handsome, flawless, and has nothing to
criticize, hahaha," Rylee said nervously, gulping down her saliva.
She had to remind herself to be extra cautious and alert whenever she was with Timothy, or else today
might be her last.
Timothy blinked once, "Hey Rylee," he said softly before bending his body and brushing his lips against
hers.
When something soft touched Rylee's lips, Rylee smelled a refreshing scent, it was quick and she was
stunned, looking at Timothy as he walked away slowly.
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