Wolf President Hooks Up

Rylee Carroll's eyelids twitched fiercely, and she turned to see Manfred Shawn in a panic.

Manfred said embarrassedly, “I'm being pushy again, am I? I just can't help wanting an answer from you. Anyway, this is my wish.”

Without saying anything, Rylee dug a spoonful of dessert and put it in her mouth.

But she thought to herself, “Manfred, I can't refuse your kindness, because it feels like my mom. I don't want to give it up.”

The atmosphere was inexplicably heartwarming.

Suddenly, Rylee's phone rang, which gave her a start.

Rylee hurriedly picked up the phone and saw that it was Timothy calling.

Why did Mr. Wheeler call her in the late night?

Rylee quickly swallowed the food in her mouth and cleared her throat. Then she answered the phone, “Hello?”

Timothy's clear and impassive voice came through immediately, “Are you sleeping?”

Rylee glanced at Manfred over there, slightly flustered, and replied, “Not yet.”

“Have you made the herbal soup?”

“Huh? Herbal soup?”

If not for Timothy’s reminder, Rylee would completely forget about the medicine.

Rylee held the phone and looked around to find it.

Manfred understood what she was doing, and helped her look for it. Eventually, they found it at the entrance of the door.

“What? Haven't you boiled it yet?” Timothy narrowed his eyes and raised his tone.

“Oh! Of course! Ha-ha! Of course I have boiled it!” Rylee quickly denied in fright.

While talking, she shook her head vividly, as if Timothy over the phone could see her shaking her head.

“Is it too bitter and hard to swallow, so you didn't drink it all?”

“How…how can that be? I've drunk it all. It can help me recover, so I don't mind it's bitter. Don't worry, I have drunk it all without leaving a single drop!”

Why did she feel that the medicine is Timothy's most favorite patented product? As if it will be a huge offense to him if she did not drink it.

Damn, even taking medicine can be dangerous.

you that you will bear serious consequences if you don’t drink it. If it goes cold, warm it up and drink it

still speaks like a commander who

up if it's cold. I know that. You don't need to keep on stressing about it anymore. Don't you feel that your mouth is getting dry?

the medicine and get recovered so that you can come back and

this guy didn't care about her. He just wanted to make

a capitalist, Mr.

know. I appreciate you caring about me as a boss caring about his employee. I will get well as soon as possible, and

to end this conversation hurriedly, “I am glad that you are aware

need to work tomorrow and could get a paid leave, she was joyful again. Squinting her swollen eyes, she cheered, “You are so great, boss. Thank you for

his lips

as the call was hung up, the door was opened and Felicia ran in. Staring at Timothy curiously, Felicia questioned him, “Timothy, I

white and tender little hand

he changed the subject and said, “Didn’t you say that you want to make me

and protested, “You don't trust me? I am not so useless! I am not bragging. The pizza tasted really delicious. Hurry up. Go down and

Felicia took Timothy's hand and ran out with

phone into his

call from Timothy, all the haze and sadness disappeared. She gobbled down the dessert and took a gulp of milk tea. Feeling satisfied with the food, she sighed at Manfred, “Sometimes, someone can be so annoying that

pink face and couldn't help

Timothy Wheeler!” Rylee shout out Timothy’s name

his eyebrows

how did you get

or incredible I would say. I was riding my bike that day and...” Rylee spoke while making gestures with joy.

listened and

probably didn't even notice that she could be so relaxed and

be... or maybe that Timothy can give Rylee the sense

poor little maid of a gang leader!” Rylee finished speaking, with

himself, “When this girl recalled the past, her expression didn’t show any sense of sadness? On the contrary, she was

his head, as if he tried to shake away the anxiety in his heart, comforting himself that Rylee didn't have feelings for Timothy at all. In Rylee's eyes, Timothy was nothing more than her creditor

That's it.

is over. I should go to make you the herbal soup. Didn’t you say that you have to drink

yes, if I don't take it on time, I guess Mr. Wheeler will kick my head

for

show happily, shouting to Manfred's back,

leaned against the kitchen door and looked at Rylee, heaving a sigh, “How I wish I could do this for you for the

a little embarrassed, and quickly turned her eyes away. Fearing to make Manfred misunderstand her, she fixed her eyes on the TV

...

held Timothy's arm affectionately, pushed him to the table and sat down, “Don't be too surprised, your Felicia has become so

the servant childishly, and the servant immediately brought in a large

Felicia has been very capable since childhood,

my dear Timothy for life. Of course I have