Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

Chapter 847

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Timothy entered the bedroom, gently placing 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 shangover remedy." Gertrude nodded promptly. "Of course, I'll prepare it right away." Peyton stood in place, his expression betraying a hint of discomfort. "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 becoming the future master of the house, Peyton realized he couldn't afford to offend him.

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Nonetheless, Peyton remained committed 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 felt comfortable 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 placed 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 welcoming 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.

Moments later, she brought a box over. Timothy's gaze turned cold as he asked, "What's this?" "It's makeup remover pads. Whenever Ms. Mia becomes 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 sunglasses, 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 to comply.

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 his lack of experience in such tasks. He had never done anything like this before.

However, despite his unfamiliarity, Timothy displayed unexpected patience.

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The next morning, Mia woke up with a yawn. Stretching lazily, she glanced around at the familiar ceiling, her mind still somewhat foggy.

She vaguely remembered attending a business gala last night, followed by a slight incident it seemed she had indulged a bit too much in alcohol.

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, 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 blank—it was a photo album!

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