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?

as if she weighed nothing, while Rylee couldn't

slapped Timothy's on the head, causing him to turn his head around.

got it wrong again, that wasn't a slap but a loving touch, a gentle loving touch,

front. "How embarrassing can you be? Crying because I refused to carry you. Okay, I'll do a good deed today and carry you for a

was irritated, "I'm not crying and when did you see me cry? Put me down; I don't need you to piggyback and slander me!

cried your heart out but denied,"

think of anything to say. So, if Timothy said

as if she begged him to piggyback her! Oh, no! He was such a self-centered

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

what? He's piggybacking Rylee Carroll! What the hell? How pompous

daughter is much better!"

concur, don't you?

and she may be able to marry a good man!" Armand added to his explanation

…

and ladies from wealthy families. Timothy was surrounded by beautiful women, so why did he ignore them and fall

close to Timothy's ear to get a better look at his expression. She wanted to see if he was happy or angry, but

ear as she spoke, raising

anything to do with the fact that you practice martial

in my bed during

I..." Rylee's eyes widened as she realized what he meant, "Why would I want to stay warm in

certain of that..." Timothy gave a casual

"What?"

pig! Did you ingest a stone

pounds! I know I'm not skinny for my height, but I'm not as fat as a

entertained by her

me down; I want to talk to that big horse!" Rylee wriggled on Timothy's

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

jumped off Timothy's back and dashed

Arman said

handed over all of the bags

skipped over to the horses, stopping in the middle to gather some flowers and leaves. She took them in her hand and turned to face Timothy. "Come up

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

was crystal clear, revealing the lake's

for looking at the girl skipping happily in

Rylee stood in front of a red rum horse, unsure whether to approach; thus, she waved at Timothy

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