Wolf President Hooks Up

Her eyes and mouth were wide open, and her head felt like it was about to explode.

'Did Timothy kiss me?' She wondered, blinking.

'That was a kiss, wasn't it? I'm not bothered, but was that a kiss?'

She was irritated because she couldn't tell if he had kissed her or not in the bright sunlight.

"What made you decide to stop? Is there something wrong with your legs?" Timothy turned to face her.

"Huh? What?" Rylee was taken aback by his voice and looked up at him.

He appeared calm as if he hadn't just stolen a kiss from her. Okay, she was probably daydreaming.

"What made you decide to stop? Is that a signal for me to carry you?" Timothy's brow furrowed as he considered such an idea.

"Will you carry me? Like a princess?" Rylee's lust was sparked, and she smiled evilly.

But Timothy smacked her dream to the ground, saying, "Keep dreaming, or wait until you grow prettier!"

But Timothy smacked her dream to the ground, saying, "Keep dreaming, or wait until you grow prettier!"

Rylee frowned and grimaced behind him as he spoke. 'You're a jerk, Timothy Wheeler! Do you have to remind me that I'm not attractive?' She cursed him inwardly.

Timothy abruptly came to a halt at this point, which surprised Rylee; she immediately resumed her normal expression. 'Damn, does he have a pair of eyes on his back or what?'

"Do you have to?" Timothy sighed, his back facing her.

"Huh?" What was it that he said all of a sudden?

"Do you have to cry just because I'm not carrying you?"

'Huh? No, I'm not crying! And I would not cry just because of that; Rylee Carroll is not a cry baby! Shit!' Rylee considered this as she pointed her finger at the tip of her nose.

"Woman..." Timothy sighed as he knelt and waved his right arm at her.

"What are you up to?" Rylee looked at his back with interest, and just as she was about to tilt her head to look at his face, his arm landed on her calves, and she fell onto his back.

"Ah…" What was the situation? How did she end up riding on Timothy's back?

walking as if she

slapped Timothy's on the head,

again, that wasn't a slap but a loving touch,

you be? Crying because I refused to carry you. Okay, I'll do a good deed today and carry you for a little while," he smiled as

"I'm not crying and when did you see me cry? Put me down; I don't

trouble, you cried

to say. So, if Timothy said she cried, she would simply admit that she

said it as if she begged him to piggyback her! Oh, no! He was

them! "Holy shit!" He cursed as he clung to a tree to keep from

our boss, or what? He's piggybacking Rylee Carroll! What the hell? How pompous is Rylee,

having a daughter is much better!" He

you concur, don't you? Daughter is

silly a daughter is, a miracle may occur and she may be able to marry a good man!" Armand added to his explanation as he

…

Rylee, who was not beautiful and far inferior to celebrities and ladies from wealthy families. Timothy was surrounded by beautiful women, so why did he ignore

rested her entire body on Timothy's back, feeling his body temperature on her stomach. "Timothy, you keep me warm like a heater!" Rylee said this as she leaned in close to Timothy's ear to get a better look at his expression. She wanted to see if he was happy or angry, but she didn't have a giraffe's

breath blew into Timothy's ear

anything to do with the fact

in my bed during the winter," Timothy

what he meant, "Why

be certain of that..."

"What?"

more than a pig!

my height, but I'm not as fat as a pig! I'm a little chubby; maybe I should just

hand, was thoroughly entertained by

those horses! I want to go horseback riding; put me down; I want to talk to that big horse!" Rylee wriggled on

against his back, he couldn't help but squeeze her buttock. Rylee, on the other hand, was completely

back and

said as he

Timothy handed over all of the bags to Armand before following Rylee behind

took them in her hand and turned to

on the other hand, walked gracefully with both hands in his pockets, as

lake was crystal clear,

skipping happily in front of him, he closed his eyes and enjoyed every

riding, let's go!" Rylee stood in front of a red rum

you a horseback rider?" Timothy approached the horse and stroked