Chapter 644: I Do Not Have A Wife

Felicia was weeping tearfully, "For him, I began to learn to cook since I was a child. I tried to make
myself become a virtuous woman. He said he liked the gentle woman. I even did not dare to scold
servants, for fear that he dislikes me because I'm not too gentle. I wouldn’t do anything which would
make him unhappy. But why does he still ignore me? I really do not know what kind of woman could
make him leave me aside? "

Felicia cried, looking sad and helpless.

Hawk helped Felicia and sighed, "You're already good."

"What is the use! He doesn’t treat me as a woman! He always treats me as his sister! Why should I
become his sister? I have no blood relationship with him! I don’t want to be his sister!"

Felicia cried and sadly leaned into the arms of Hawk.

Hawk squatted, gently patted Felicia on the back and whispered, "Don't be sad. I will not let anyone
hurt you! Leave this to me. I will check out who the woman is. I'll kill her. Do not cry. Timothy will still be
yours."

"Really?" Felicia tearfully raised her face and looked at Hawk, "Timothy would come to me?"

Hawk firmly nodded, "Yeah!! I promise you with my life!"

Felicia looked at Hawk.

Timothy drove Rylee home.

On the way, Timothy told Rylee, "In the future, do not go to such places, especially at night. It’s mixed.
There are all kinds of people. You’re a girl. It’s dangerous."



Tonight…

Rylee nodded, looking like a well-behaved child, "It scared me tonight. If you do not come there in time,
I really…"

Rylee could not go on. She turned around and looked at the night view out the window. She said, "It's
not like to sell myself…"

Timothy felt nervous, and quickly saw Rylee.

Rylee turned her face.

There was sadness, anger and helplessness on her face.

She must have hated that man who took away her first night, right?

If she knew…

Timothy didn’t dare to think about it. He slowly closed his eyes.

Rylee turned around. As if she thought some funny things, she smiled and threw herself on Timothy,
saying, "As long as I think of Kenneth’s embarrassed look, I’m happy. He’s so afraid of taking interview.
Hey, are you sleepy yet? "

"No." Timothy opened his eyes. He looked at Rylee, touched her hair and said softly, "As long as you’re
happy, it’s enough."

Rylee narrowed her eyes and snickered, "You seem to care about my feelings so much. Boss, if I can
rest at home on the weekend, I will be happier. Do you agree to let me have a rest?"

Timothy rubbed her little nose, "I do not agree! Want to be lazy? No way."



Rylee spread her hands, "See, you just know to say sweet words."

Timothy quietly watched Rylee. He said to himself, “I just want to spend more time with you…”

The phone rang.

Timothy didn’t want to answer it.

With Rylee, he did not want to be bothered by anyone.

Rylee blinked, "Hey, your phone is ringing. Why didn’t you pick it up?"

Timothy slowly took out the phone. Seeing it was Felicia’s call, he immediately frowned.

But he still answered it, "Hello?"

"Timothy, I’m at the dinner party. They said you've gone. Where are you now?"

Felicia’s tone was a little hurry

Timothy felt impatient. He said, "I have something to deal with. I’ll call you back later."

Then he hung up the phone.

Felicia was sitting in the car. She was so angry that she almost threw the phone out.

She said, "He is purely to deal with me! He hung up the phone so quickly. He’s so tired of me?"

Hawk was driving the car and looked at the Felicia's face from view mirror.

Rylee asked curiously, "So quick? Who is it?"

"Nothing." Timothy didn’t want to mention Felicia.



"Yeah, I got it!"

Rylee grinned.

Timothy looked at Rylee, feeling helpless, "You know what?! Little girl!"

Rylee was in trance. She felt Timothy’s tone very familiar.

But she couldn’t remember where she heard it before.

Well, she thought too much.

She shook her head, pointing at Timothy. She smiled and said, "I know who called you. It’s the little
beauty I met on the street, right? Is that beautiful girl? She also said that she wanted to marry you! It’s
her, right? "

"Is she pretty? I don’t think so." Timothy held her index finger, clenched it and put it on his lap.

He said to himself, ‘You are much more beautiful than her.’

Rylee curled her lips, "You don’t dare to admit it? Well, you'd better go back. Your wife should be angry,
and urge you to go home!"

Timothy was immediately upset. He pulled a long face, "What wife? I do not have a wife!"

"Ok, not wife. But she is your fiancée, right?"

Timothy raised his eyebrows and said, "You're so happy that I have a fiancée?"

Rylee giggled, "Yeah! I’m certainly happy for you! You have such a bad temper. I have been worried
about that no woman will marry you!"



The key was that being Timothy’s wife had to withstand countless pressure.

Such a handsome guy. Wherever he went, there were a group of women chasing him. Which man
could withstand the temptation of beauty? Being Timothy’s wife had to endure loneliness. As the rich
and powerful man, he wouldn’t often go home, right?

Timothy was not happy. He turned his face to the window angrily. He didn’t look at Rylee, but to see out
the window.

Shit!

This girl was so heartless!

Didn’t she feel his feelings for her?

She was just a fool!

He was so mad!

Rylee still said, "I think that she is not bad and looks pretty. Besides, she listens to you. It’s really good.
You have to cherish her. As long as you have the patience to coax her, she won’t be angry with you."

Rylee said and patted Timothy’s shoulders.

She didn’t know why Timothy suddenly grabbed her hands on his shoulder. He used some force, then
Rylee plunged into his arms.

"What?"

Rylee was surprised. She was in his arms and lying on his chest.

She could actually hear his heartbeat.



Listening to his heartbeat, she was inexplicable peace of mind.

"What are you doing? My jaw is about break!!"

Rylee wanted to get out of his arms, but she found that she couldn’t move at all. Timothy hugged her
too tightly.

"You…"

What was wrong with Timothy?

Why did he become like this?

Why did he hug her like this?

Rylee heard Timothy’s rapid panting.

"What are you doing…"

What was wrong with him?

Why did he hold her like this?

She was also tired. She wanted straightened to rest.

"You fool! Don’t you feel it?"

Timothy panted, whispering.

What?

Rylee was stunned.



She was stiff.

Listening to the heartbeat of Timothy, she was dumbfounded.

What did he mean?

What was the feeling?

"I…"

Rylee was about to ask him. But the car was already parked in front of Carroll's Manor.

"Boss."

The driver said.

Timothy bit his lips and sighed. He whispered to himself, "You only love him…"

Timothy let go of Rylee, feeling annoyed. He said, "Here we are. Get off the car."

"What?" Rylee slowly propped herself up and looked outside. Sure enough, the car stopped at her
home.

"You just said…"

Rylee licked her lips. She wanted to see Timothy’s face.

Timothy waved his hand and turned around. He didn’t want Rylee to see his face, "Get off the car."

"Well."

Rylee had no ways but got off the car.



Rylee stood there and stubbornly looked at Timothy.

After the car turned around, Timothy turned around and looked at Rylee.

They looked at each other.

Rylee watched the car disappear without a trace.

"What did he mean? Why didn’t he speak it clearly! Why did I feel uncomfortable?"

Rylee rubbed her shoes against the ground and wrapped her clothes well, only to find that she was
wearing Timothy’s coat!

"Wait! Your coat!" But Timothy had already drove away.

Well, just give it back to him tomorrow.

Rylee didn’t want to walk into the house. She was standing in the cool breeze, just thinking of Timothy’s
words.


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