Wolf President Hooks Up

Chapter 561: Claiming the Cost of Car Repairs

There was a knock on the door.

“Who’s it?”

Rylee looked at her watch. It was nine o’clock.

“Are you asleep?”

A nice soft voice came from outside.

Hmm? Rylee frowned, ‘How come it sounded like Manfred’s voice?’

Thinking that Manfred was Deborah’s brother, Rylee didn’t want to bother with him anymore.

“I’ve already gone to bed. If there’s anything, let’s talk tomorrow.”

Just as Rylee finished speaking, the door of the room was opened by Manfred. Rylee was sitting on the floor in her pyjamas, with a book in her hand. Apparently, she had a hasty face for lying.

Manfred smiled as he walked in, “Oh, so you’re ready to sleep on the floor like a dog, huh?”

Rylee pouted, “I’m going to sleep soon.”

“Have a glass of milk before you sleep. It strengthens your bones and promotes growth.” Manfred handed over a glass of milk.

Rylee frowned, “I don’t even drink milk these days.”

Ever since the first day she came to the Carrolls’ Manor and was poisoned by the three Carroll sisters, she had stopped drinking milk.

Manfred thought for a moment as if he knew what Rylee was thinking. He tasted the milk that he brought over first, saying, “This milk is very fresh. It’s not the kind sold in the market. It’s fresh milk that was milked directly from the cow, and there’s nothing added to it. Have a try. It’s very good.”

Manfred was as passionate as a milk seller.

Rylee couldn’t resist Manfred’s gentle gaze. Her heart softened, and she took it over, taking a small sip. It was indeed tasty. It had been a long time since she had drunk milk. Rylee found it flavourful and gulped down all the milk.

She burped after drinking it.

Manfred chuckled and naturally pulled over tissue to wipe the corner of Rylee’s mouth.

Rylee was stunned by Manfred’s action.

Suddenly she thought of her mother again.

This was how her mother looked at her tenderly, feeding her milk and wiping the corners of her mouth with such affection.

…

But why she could always feel the scent of her mother from Manfred?

Rylee suddenly wanted to cry.

Manfred touched Rylee’s head and said gently, “If you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can come to me, and I will try my best to help you. Don’t bury it all in your heart. Learn to speak up. Alright, it’s time for you to sleep. See you tomorrow.”

Manfred was about to close the door when Rylee suddenly raised her eyes to look at him and said, “Manfred?”

“Huh?” Manfred leaned against the door and looked at Rylee.

“Why are you… so nice to me?”

smiled, “We’re all

Manfred closed

Rylee was dumbfounded.

‘A family?’

Manfred was so kind to her was for her sister, right? Helping his sister to gain

so foolish to overthink in his

climbed into bed and wrapped herself

was so

would have forgiven

all, that was her

was in a daze, her

forgotten to turn off

could have disturbed her without any sense

this hour? I’m asleep, and you’re disturbing me for having a sweet dream with a

was a

asleep again with her eyes

entered

Rylee’s eyes opened up!

not

“Who, who are you?”

her,

seemed to have

are you? Did you get the wrong number? What does it have to do with you for who I’m dreaming

harassing phone calls in the middle of the night deserves

them deserves to

closed her eyes again, ready to hang up the phone and go

eyes and sat up with a huff, stammering, “Who did you say you

“Timothy.”

widened her

It

you

the earphones, “How can I

as Timothy’s voice was so

did you know

Joseph who betrayed her, she would definitely post the photos of him showing his butt

…

stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the night with a smile on his lips. He seemed to be in a very good mood, “Your

and this was just a piece of cake to

his identity as a gangster made Rylee feel sad. ‘Why was Mr. Wheeler a triad leader? If he’s just an ordinary rich man, she could just deny her debt to him and fool

Wheeler was a gangster, and this

“Mr. Wheeler, what do you want to

laughed out

was so funny. She was

“The Bugatti…”

I know, I know. I’m really sorry, Mr. Wheeler. The repair cost of your Bugatti must

wine and was in a superb mood, “It’s not that expensive. Just not

a sigh of relief, “Oh,

just about four hundred thousand

Four hundred thousand? That much?” Rylee bit her fingertips and almost

ready to

do I pay? I haven’t even thought about how

loud, “Isn’t your

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