Chapter 779

Panic flashed across Mia’s face as her eyes darted toward the door, only to find Caleb standing there

with a nosy expression. “Sorry for barging in,” he spoke up.

Mia figured that Caleb must have misunderstood the situation.

Timothy’s demeanor turned cold. “Get lost!”

“Fine then!”

Caleb swiftly closed the door behind him and explained himself outside the restroom,” Please don’t get

the wrong idea, guys. I don’t have any weird fetishes!

“I heard a noise from the restroom and thought Tim might have fallen, so I pushed the door to check.

Oh, wait, I just remembered that I left my clothes drying outside at home. I’ll head back now.”

With that, Caleb left quickly. He certainly didn’t want to be the target of Timothy’s piercing

stare.

The restroom remained uncomfortably silent, as a blend of awkwardness and

embarrassment hung in the air.

Mia couldn’t bear it any longer. She pushed past Timothy and hurried out of the restroom, feeling

deeply embarrassed by what had just happened.

Not long after, the sound of running water could be heard coming from the restroom.

A few moments later, Timothy emerged, leaning against the door, his movements slow and

deliberate.

Mia watched him closely, wondering why he was suddenly able to walk steadily.

But before she could finish her thought, Timothy’s body swayed for a moment before suddenly

collapsing to the ground.

“Be careful!”

Mia dashed over quickly, attempting to help him up, but she underestimated Timothy’s weight.

She found herself unable to hold him, and they both tumbled to the ground together.

As the force of the impact sank in, Mia braced herself for the expected jolt, realizing there

was no carpet to soften their fall.

But as she shut her eyes, she noticed the sensation wasn’t as painful as anticipated. Instead, the floor

felt strangely soft.

As Timothy’s muffled groans reached her ears, she opened her eyes to find him lying right beside her,

his clean–shaven jaw and handsome features just inches away.

He had one hand shielding her head and the other holding her waist.

Rather than falling to the floor, Mia found herself landing on Timothy as he willingly acted as her human

cushion.

Feeling concerned, Mia sat up and asked, “Are you okay?”

Timothy clenched his teeth and responded, “How do you think it feels to be pinned down like this?”

Mia hastily stood up, her words tinged with guilt. “I was rushing to grab onto you earlier, but I didn’t

realize you were so heavy.”

“So now it’s my fault? It would have been better to fall alone than be someone’s cushion.”

Timothy’s comment stirred a sense of regret in Mia.

She quickly volunteered to go ask for help. “I’ll go get help.”

“Don’t bother!”

“You’re already in this state; why pretend to be tough?”

Timothy grabbed Mia’s wrist firmly, his gaze penetrating. “Help me up,” he insisted.

“Are you sure? I might not have the strength to lift you. What if something like earlier happens again? I

don’t want to accidentally injure you!”

Timothy’s lips twitched slightly. “My well–being is crucial for Ginger right now. You’d better ensure I’m

safe.”

Reluctantly, Mia agreed to help him up. The process was draining; his limbs felt as heavy as a bag of

cement.

Nonetheless, Timothy cooperated with Mia’s efforts and managed to stand up. As he stole a glance at

her, a faint smile graced his lips.

Mia was so engrossed in helping Timothy onto the hospital bed that she failed to notice his change in

expression.

After much effort, she finally reached the bedside, letting out a sigh of relief. “There we go.”

Mia’s feet throbbed painfully, and as she was about to step back, she accidentally stomped on

Timothy’s foot.

This caused another loss of balance.

As they fell once more, Mia landed directly onto the hospital bed, with Timothy’s weight pressing

heavily on top of her, rendering her unable to move an inch!

Their bodies were pressed against each other, and she could feel Timothy’s intense body

heat.

Mia’s heart raced uncontrollably as she frantically tried to push him off, only to end up touching his

muscular chest.

Timothy’s voice took on a husky tone. “What are you