Chapter 584: False Reasoning

Timothy hadn’t figured out a reason to convince Rylee, but the latter started convincing him. “Look, Mr.
Wheeler. I should address you respectfully. You are a good friend of Manfred, aren’t you? You should
be in the same generation. Manfred is my elder. Technically, he's my uncle. Shouldn’t I address my
uncle’s friend with the same respect?”

Now this girl had gotten back her keen mind.

He frowned. “Do you mean Manfred is also your elder?”

Rylee nodded hard. “Of course. He’s the younger brother of my new stepmother. Hence, I should call
him Uncle Manfred.”

Timothy suddenly grinned. “Good! Wonderful!”

Rylee frowned, wondering what he meant.

Mr. Wheeler was way too weird.

He praised her just because she called Manfred "uncle".

Sure enough, he was eight years older. There was a generation gap between them.

Rylee believed that the gap was quite profound.

After laughing for a while, Timothy raised his brows and stared at Rylee. “Well, since Manfred is your
uncle, you can’t like him.”

Rylee hesitated.

She frowned.



She had never thought about this matter before.

“Mr. Wheeler, what do you mean by like him?”

“I mean, you can’t fall in love with him.”

“Why not?”

“Manfred is your elder. How can you date him?”

Rylee scratched her head and muttered subconsciously, “He’s not my biological uncle. We’re not blood-
related. It should be fine.”

Timothy’s face darkened immediately.

Rylee didn’t mind dating Manfred, although he was her uncle.

However, Timothy wasn’t blood-related to her at all but was only eight years older. He wondered why
Rylee insisted on taking him as her elder.

Timothy twitched his lips unhappily. “Didn’t I tell you not to call me Mr. Wheeler any longer? Call me...”

“Timothy! Timothy! I remembered it. Don’t be mad.”

Rylee squinted with a flattering smile. Her cunning look aroused Timothy.

She honestly amused him. He truly wanted to bully her like an animal.

“I’m not mad.”

Timothy picked up his glass and wanted to take a sip to hide his expression.



Much to his surprise, Rylee blurted out, “Of course you are mad. Whenever you are angry, you’ll have a
crease between your brows. I noticed this detail quite a long time ago. Mr. Wheeler, you can’t always
be angry. Or, you’ll get old soon. Especially the crease between your eyebrows. If it became a winkle, it
would be hard to make it go away. I know you don’t want me to think you are too old now, but if you
kept frowning, I might need to call you grandpa. Remember. Don’t frown anymore.”

Her false reasoning stunned Timothy.

He held the glass in a daze and didn’t take a sip at all.

He wondered if her words were valid.

Did he indeed have a wrinkle between his eyebrows?

Timothy never noticed it himself.

He imagined while listening to Rylee’s words, shivering all over. He was aged, but this girl was still as
lively as a kindergarten child.

If that were true, it would be way too frightening.

Hence, Timothy decided to let Armand find him an excellent beauty salon for men to smoothen any
wrinkles.

He already felt stressed for being eight years older than Rylee. She was only willing to call him Mr.
Wheeler and took him as her elder. Timothy was so annoyed. If he had wrinkles, he believed he would
go nuts.

He put down the wine glass and slightly rubbed between his eyebrows subconsciously.

Rylee took a secret glance at Timothy, snickering.



She had never thought that her lies could deceive a gangster leader. She indeed had a way with it.

Rylee went back to the subject earlier. “Where is that wicked woman?”

The woman had the guts to take advantage of Mr. Wheeler when he was drunk. Rylee planned to teach
her a lesson.

Although she couldn’t win against a martial artist like Timothy, Rylee believed she could trounce an
ordinary woman. She sneered.

Timothy cast a glance at Rylee’s bosom, though. She looked pretty young, but her bosom was quite
curved. “You are my maid, not my wife. It’s none of your business if there’s any wicked or good woman
with me.”

“No way!” Rylee was quite solemn. Widening her eyes, she said, “I can’t let my boss suffer a loss!”

Timothy couldn’t help but tease her. With a faint smile, he said, “Why don’t you do something to
Kenneth first? He has made my villa so messy. You’d better do something.”

Rylee rolled her adorable eyes at him. “Why should I? I can’t do anything on him anyway. Who does he
think himself is?”

Her words delighted Timothy.

He believed that he was closer to Rylee in her heart.

He felt satisfied.

Timothy suddenly put on a charming smile, which dazzled Rylee.

She was screaming in her heart why Mr. Wheeler was so handsome.



Timothy rubbed Rylee’s peachy cheeks and blew at her nose, which looked so intimate. “Girl, it’s too
late. Go take a shower. I’ll kick out those people downstairs.”

Rylee nodded and suggested, “Don’t rub my cheeks in the future. I’m not a three-year-old.”

Timothy grinned, trying to rub her cheeks again despite her resistance. Rylee creased her features in
anger. Timothy was overjoyed. He opened his mouth and bit her nose tip gently.

His warm breath overwhelmed her.

Rylee’s willpower was dissipated.

While chuckling, Timothy walked out of the bedroom while Rylee was still taken aback.

She couldn’t believe that Mr. Wheeler had bitten her nose tip like a puppy...

Her heart was racing. Rylee covered her chest and exhaled. “No way! How come I was so tizzy? He
was just teasing me, but I acted like a fool. Rylee, shame on you! He’s your elder and merely teasing
you. Why do you take it seriously? Shame on you!” she muttered to herself.

Covering her cheek with her hand, Rylee found that her cheeks were burning hot.

She wondered what happened and why she was so flustered.

Rylee patted herself on the head and decided not to overthink. She had a long day, feeling quite
exhausted.

She should take a bath and go to bed soon.

Yawning, Rylee went into the bathroom.

She sniffed.



The fragrance of Timothy’s shower shampoo smelt quite pleasant.

Rylee believed that all his things must be pretty expensive as he was so wealthy.

As a rich man’s maid, she decided to take this chance to exploit the capitalist.

Hence, she wanted to waste Timothy’s expensive shower shampoo.

Snickering, Rylee closed the bathroom door and took off her clothes.

“I also have a good shape. Although I’m quite short, I have everything a woman is supposed to have.
Damn you, Joseph Hans! How dare you call me beansprouts! I’ll kick his knees if he does it again.
Humph!”

Rylee looked at her naked body in the mirror and postured a gesture of clenching fists.

She yawned again. Sure enough, she was indeed sleepy.

So far, Rylee still hadn’t considered a fundamental problem— would she stay in Timothy’s villa tonight?

She had already forgotten this problem.

Rylee was always careless.

After the bathtub was filled with enough water, Rylee stirred it to test the temperature. Then she found
a bubble bath salt and sat in the big bathtub while giggling.

“Whoa... Sure enough, what a bath tub for a gang leader. It's so freaking cozy!”

Rylee exhaled comfortably, stretched her legs, and raised her feet, enjoying bathing a lot.

Knock! Knock!



There were a few knocks on the bathroom door.

“Who is it?” Rylee widened her eyes. She huddled up under the water and yelled in a trembling tone,
“Don’t come in! I’m bathing!”

Swoosh...

The door of the bathroom door was still pushed open.

Timothy put his handsome face out and took a look at Rylee. He whistled. “Wow! You’re so fast!”

“Didn’t I tell you not to come in? Aren't you ashamed? You can't barge in like that when others are
bathing. Get out! Objection”

“Objection overruled!” Timothy’s eyes twinkled. “You are using my bathroom, my bath salt, and my
towel now. Later, you’ll use my hairdryer to dry your hair.”

Only Rylee’s head was exposed above the water. She blinked in a daze. After a few seconds, she
shouted, “In your logic, anyone who would use those things belonging to you should show you their
naked bodies? Bullshit!”

Timothy bent over and picked up her clothes. He said unreasonably, “That’s what I’ll do to you!”

After that, he walked out of the bathroom and closed the door.

Timothy’s amused voice rang out outside. “Girl, did you work in toilets today? Why do your clothes
stink?”

“No way! I didn’t! Don’t slander me!” Angrily, Rylee almost puked blood in the bathtub.

How could he criticize her clothes for being stinky? She was a girl. Rylee felt so ashamed.



Right then, her cell phone started to ring in the bedroom, its screen flashing.

Timothy hesitated for a moment and walked over. He picked it up, only to find that it was a call from
Manfred.

He thought for a moment and swiped to answer.

“Rylee? Why haven’t you come back yet? Didn't you tell me you were on the way quite a long time
ago?” Manfred’s anxious voice was heard.

Timothy squinted, emanating anger. “This is not Rylee. It’s me. Timothy.”

Manfred was taken aback and fell in silence for five seconds.

“Ti... Timothy? How could it be you?”

Right then, her cell phone started to ring in the bedroom, its screen flashing.

Timothy hesitated for a moment and walked over. He picked it up, only to find that it was a call from
Manfred.

He thought for a moment and swiped to answer.

“Rylee? Why haven't you come back yet? Didn't you tell me you were on the way quite a long time
ago?” Manfred’s anxious voice was heard.

Timothy squinted, emanating anger. “This is not Rylee. It’s me. Timothy.”
Manfred was taken aback and fell in silence for five seconds.

“Ti... Timothy? How could it be you?”



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