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.

I warn you that you will bear serious consequences if you don’t drink it. If it goes cold, warm it up and drink it afterwards. You are not allowed to drink

still speaks like a commander who

definitely drink it all. I'll warm it 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? Go

smiled secretly, “Just drink the medicine and get recovered so that you

knew that this guy didn't care about her. He just wanted

capitalist,

caring about his employee. I will get well as soon as possible, and will not cause you

Felicia’s voice from outside. He had to end this conversation hurriedly, “I am glad that you are aware of it. I’ll supervise you to take the medicine. Get some sleep. You

soon as Rylee heard that she didn't need to work tomorrow and could get a paid leave, she was joyful again. Squinting her swollen eyes, she cheered,

hung up, his lips curling up into a

up, the door was opened and Felicia ran in. Staring at Timothy curiously, Felicia questioned him, “Timothy, I called you several times and you didn’t answer me. Who are you talking

white and tender little

his eyebrows. He would not hand over the phone, but he changed the subject and said, “Didn’t you say that you want to make me a pizza? Are you finished with it

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

quietly stuffed his phone into his trouser

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 I want

looked at Rylee's little pink face and

shout out Timothy’s name

his eyebrows

you get to know

incredible I would say. I was riding my bike that

listened and

even notice that she could be so relaxed

maybe that Timothy can give

a gang leader!” Rylee

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

Rylee didn't have feelings for Timothy at all. In Rylee's eyes, Timothy was nothing more than her

That's it.

with a faint smile, “Okay, the story is over. I should go to make you the herbal soup. Didn’t you say that you have to

I don't take it on time, I

medicine for you. You can watch TV

happily, shouting to Manfred's

sigh, “How I wish I could do this for you for the rest of

Fearing to make Manfred misunderstand her,

...

held Timothy's arm affectionately, pushed him to the table and sat

childishly, and the servant immediately brought in a

Felicia has been very capable since childhood, and whatever you cooked is

“To cook for my dear Timothy for life. Of course I have