Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen ( Mia Bowen ) novel Chapter 761

Chapter 761 

Nonetheless, Mia couldn’t bring herself to stay any longer. Ignoring Timothy’s words, she swiftly opened the car door and dashed away. 

Observing her departure, Timothy eventually averted his gaze, leaning back against the seat with his legs spread apart. 

He loosened his tie, feeling the cool air embrace him. 

Unable to resist, he reached for a cigarette, taking a deep drag in an attempt to calm the turmoil within him. 

His eyes wandered to their former marital home nearby, brimming with deep contemplation. 

As Mia left in her car, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. 

However, as she recalled the incident with the little boy, she couldn’t shake off the deep embarrassment she felt. 

Her initial intention had been to playfully tease Timothy, diverting his attention 

to avoid raising any suspicion on his part, especially at such a critical moment when she wanted to avoid any unexpected complications. 

However, she hadn’t foreseen ending up in a situation so awkward and 

potentially damaging to her reputation. 

Seated in the passenger seat, Peyton spoke up, “Ms. Mia, does Mr. Barrett really have no inkling about your identity?” 

“He has had doubts before but hasn’t found any solid evidence yet. By the way, when I visited Aunt Patricia, was anyone tailing me?” 

“No, there wasn’t anyone.” 

“That’s reassuring. It’s peculiar though. Timothy clearly suspects my identity, yet he hasn’t assigned anyone to monitor my activities. I’m starting to wonder 

about his true intentions.” 

As Mia pondered the sight of the marital villa, a sense of déjà vu washed over her. 

The memory of Shelly and Luna’s falling down the stairs at Aide Castle last time strangely evoked a faint recollection within her. 

Rubbing her temples, Mia sensed an intuition that her memories would soon resurface. 

Later that night, Mia returned to the hospital to accompany Ginger. 

Upon awakening the next morning, Mia was startled, her gaze locked onto the ceiling above her. 

Last night, she had dreamt about Timothy–both of them entangled in the sheets without any clothes on! 

What sort of dream was that? 

Could it be that after four years without intimacy, she would begin experiencing erotic dreams whenever she interacted with a man? 

But why did it have to be Timothy, of all people? It all felt too absurd. 

Despite this, Mia composed herself, washed her face, and quietly left the hospital room after checking on the sleeping Ginger. 

As Mia stepped outside for some fresh air, she saw Timothy emerging from the elevator in a suit, accompanied by a medical staff. 

As Timothy approached her, Mia’s eyes instinctively dropped to his shirt, unable to resist admiring his physique. 

Collecting herself, Mia greeted him, “You’re here at the hospital already? Have you managed to handle everything at the office?” 

“I’ve cleared my schedule for the week, so I arrived early to get everything sorted. I’ll be checking in tonight,” Timothy explained. 

Mia offered a faint smile. “Sure, once you’re settled in at the hospital, Ginger and I can swing by to keep you company if you’re feeling bored.” 

Timothy raised an eyebrow. “Join me at noon.” 

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