Wolf President Hooks Up

The butler looked confused, but still nodded quickly, “I see, sir. I will never say anything.”

Mr. Master’s practice must be kept secret. Like many kung fu masters he had seen on TV, their cultivation shall be kept secret.

The old butler's adoration to Timothy had greatly increased.

Rylee had a very tight sleep.

She didn't know that Timothy's bed was made of special wood to help sleep, and that the mattress was also made of memory foam whose design was based on ergonomics.

She got up, went to the window and opened the curtains. Wow, she couldn't help smiling in front of the amazing view.

“It's so beautiful! I didn’t expect that the gang leader actually has a taste.”

There were endless greens rushing into her eyes. Green lawns, green trees were in different structure and layers. Dark green, grassy green, light green, yellow-green layered on top of each other. It’s very beautiful, making her refreshed.

Farther away, it turned out to be the ocean.

“Is this place so close to the sea? Mr. Wheeler really know how to choose a place.”

After stretching, Rylee went downstairs.

The floor downstairs was lit up by the morning sun. Rylee walked down the spacious stairs. Silent and busy servants were doing their own jobs and Timothy was drinking tea.

Timothy is wearing an off-white V-neck T-shirt today and a pair of black jeans. His whole costume looks like a college student.

Actually... Mr. Wheeler was indeed very young.

He’s just twenty-six years old. It should be the prime of a man where he enjoy the benefits of youth and hansomeness.

“Morning, Mr. Wheeler. Oh sorry. Morning, Timothy. Hey.”

Rylee stuck out her little tongue.

Well, she had gotten used to calling him Mr. Wheeler. But he wasn’t happy that she called him so. Why did she keep forgetting this? Damn!

Timothy put down his tablet and raised his eyelids. His attractive face came into Rylee's sight. Timothy pointed to the clock on the wall and said, “It’s getting late, girl. It’s ten o’clock.”

Rylee made a face to him, squinting and smiling, “I'm sorry. It’s probably because I slept in a strange place. So, last night, well, I got a little insomnia. That's why I got up late.”

She was regretting in her mind. She was here to work as a maid, and how could the maid sleep until ten o'clock without any guilt. They didn’t hire her to be a queen.

Timothy almost laughed out. “You had insomnia last night? Fine, we'll stick to it then.”

Damn, no one slept more deeply than her last night. He kissed her breast but she was still asleep. He was confident that even if she was taken to Egypt, she can sleep soundly.

Timothy took a suggestive glance at her towering breast. He looked at the kitchen and spoke while tapping his fingers the table, “Bring up the breakfast.”

“Yes, sir.”

Rylee walked over, sat opposite Timothy, and asked, “Haven’t you had breakfast?”

“Nah.”

“Why haven't you had breakfast yet?”

Timothy glanced at Rylee. Well, he definitely couldn’t tell her that he was just waiting for her to have breakfast together. How awkward he would be if he said that?

just

butler stood

look that he didn't sleep well last night. So he went to the woods to

one could tell that Timothy had taken a million cold

well well, you are the boss. But you wake up late too. So don't be so mean to your

......

eating breakfast, she couldn’t help looked at Timothy

ate so elegantly, and he

my dear creditor, what do I

“Take care of me.”

Timothy said very ambiguously.

Give me an

take good care

I want to eat fruit, you must cut them into pieces

go take a bath and I will

to speak, but she immediately

she saw Timothy's

do that thing? Giving him a back massage? Isn't that the same as seeing Mr. Wheeler's naked

Something underneath him was spectacularly huge, tut tut.

the table with his hand, “Hey, girl, why are

you say that a pure girl who has just been enlightened

in his mouth and said, “Do not have any weird thoughts

got it, I got it.

She was still grinning.

smiled faintly and said, “When I take a shower, don't you ever never go to massage my back. Do you think my back can be massaged by a clumsy girl

head, Timothy

“Please, massaging is not a decent job.

the tough word, Rylee still can't help being curious,

in your mind, kiddo. When you want to

do this? Even if a man enters the women's

a massagist of my gender. Otherwise, the woman who help me will be so happy since she can see all my

it’s just a

at me for so long

stare at you for a long time.

critically at Rylee's face and said,

and she covered her face with her hands,

girl, just

gaze. She sensed a

ah, she looked at his

…

of a group of servants with a

to Rylee and introduced her to the servants at

Rylee frowned.

So why

including the butler, were

are enough maids in the family. There’re so many maids that they can

no job experience do? There seems to be no

only follow my order. She only does the work I give

“Understood!”

the servants replied

charmingly, “Hello, miters and misses, my name is Rylee. I