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?

held her body alone and continued walking as if

why are you doing this? I can walk," Rylee said as she slapped Timothy's on the head,

slap but a loving touch, a gentle

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

not crying and when did you see me cry? Put me down; I don't need you to piggyback

woman is such a trouble, you cried your heart out but denied," Timothy remarked

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

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

he turned to face them!

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

agree now that having a daughter is much better!" He said to his colleague

you concur, don't you? Daughter is lovely and

how ugly or silly a daughter is, a miracle may occur and she may be able to marry a good man!" Armand

…

wealthy families. Timothy was surrounded by

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

Timothy's ear as she spoke,

to do with

staying warm in my bed during the winter," Timothy said as he turned

as she realized what he meant, "Why would I want to stay warm

be certain of that..." Timothy

"What?"

you weighed more than a pig!

skinny for my height, but I'm not as fat as a pig! I'm a little chubby; maybe I should just kill myself instead of being fat-shamed

the other hand, was thoroughly entertained by her

to go horseback riding; put me down; I want to talk to that big

help but squeeze her buttock. Rylee, on the other

off Timothy's back and

said as

all of the

stopping in the middle to gather some flowers and leaves. She took them in her hand and turned to face Timothy. "Come up here, let's go horseback riding!" She said this

hands in his pockets, as if waving in the

crystal clear, revealing the lake's green

he yearned for looking at the girl skipping happily in front of him,

go!" Rylee stood in front of a red rum horse, unsure whether to approach; thus,

rider?" Timothy approached the horse and stroked