Timothy entered the bedroom, gently cing Mia on the bed before kneeling beside her to remove her


    high heels.


    Upon noticing the blisters on her feet, he proceeded to massage them with care.


    Once he finished, Timothy stood up and calmly instructed Peyton and Gertrude, "Please bring some


    hangover remedy."


    Gertrude nodded promptly. "Of course, I''ll prepare it right away." Peyton stood in ce, his expression


    betraying a hint of difort. "Mr. Barrett, Gertrude is here to attend to Ms. Mia. You can leave now."


    “It''s alright, I''ll stay. You can go."


    Upon hearing this, Peyton felt a lump form in his throat.


    Timothy''s words exuded confidence, seemingly unconcerned about any potential wrongdoing on his


    part.


    Given Timothy''s gender, it was inappropriate for him to offer such intimate, personal care to Mia.


    Peyton was also mindful of the dynamic between them; navigating the present circumstances was


    undoubtedly challenging.


    Recognizing the possibility of Timothy bing the future master of the house, Peyton realized he


    couldn''t afford to offend him. Nheless, Peyton remainedmitted to his professional ethics as


    Mia''s assistant.


    Clearing his throat, he spoke up, "Mr. Barrett, I''ll leave Ms. Mia in your care for now. But remember,


    your role is that of a bodyguard. It''s important not to overstep your boundaries.”


    Timothy''s eyebrows raised slightly as he caught the implication in Peyton''s words. "I won''t do anything


    to her for now," he replied.


    Upon hearing Timothy''s reassurance, Peyton finally feltfortable enough to leave the bedroom.


    However, a lingering sense of unease persisted; he couldn''t shake the feeling that something was off


    about Timothy''s words.


    The emphasis Timothy ced on "now" left Peyton pondering his intentions for the future.


    It seemed that Timothy was indeed a wolf in sheep''s clothing.


    Was Mia unknowingly weing danger into her own home?


    After Peyton left, Timothy settled on the edge of the bed, observing Mia''s peaceful slumber. She hadn''t


    removed her makeup and was still dressed in her evening gown.


    Soon, Gertrude arrived with the hangover soup, her voice trembling as she presented it. "I-I''ve brought


    it here."


    Timothy remained silent, paying no attention to Gertrude''s presence. Momentster, she brought a box


    over. Timothy''s gaze turned cold as he asked, "What''s this?"


    “It''s makeup remover pads. Whenever Ms. Mia bes intoxicated, I''m responsible for assisting her


    in removing her makeup and changing her attire.”


    Without uttering a word, Timothy took the box from Gertrude. "I''ll take care of it. You may leave now."


    Gertrude''s hand paused in midair, recalling Peyton''s instructions. After a moment of hesitation, she


    nervously insisted, "This is my duty.”


    As Timothy removed his sunsses, his narrowed eyes revealed his impatience.


    Gertrude was instantly petrified, unable to utter a word. She hurried out of the bedroom, feeling


    intimidated by the imposing Timothy, though she couldn''t deny he was quite handsome!


    Though Peyton had instructed Gertrude to monitor Timothy closely, she found it difficult toply.


    Meanwhile, inside the room, Timothy delicately removed Mia''s makeup using the cotton pads. He


    understood the importance of ensuring Mia didn''t sleep with makeup on, knowing it could harm her


    skin.


    Timothy''s awkward movements revealed hisck of experience in such tasks. He had never done


    anything like this before.


    However, despite his unfamiliarity, Timothy disyed unexpected patience.


    The next morning, Mia woke up with a yawn. Stretchingzily, she nced around at the familiar


    ceiling, her mind still somewhat foggy. She vaguely remembered attending a business gst night,


    followed by a slight incident; it seemed she had indulged a bit too much in alcohol.


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    But how had she managed to make it back home?


    "Are you awake?" Timothy''s deep voice interrupted her thoughts.


    As Mia turned her head, she spotted Timothy sitting on the sofa by the window. He wore a white shirt,


    no tie, with several buttons undone. Lazily lounging on the sofa, Timothy held something in his hand,


    his gaze fixed upon it.


    When Mia caught sight of what Timothy was holding, her mind went nk—it was a photo album!