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?

continued walking as if she weighed

slapped Timothy's on the head, causing

but a loving touch, a gentle loving touch, haha,"

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

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

a trouble, you cried

Timothy said

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

nearly collapsed as he turned to face them! "Holy shit!" He cursed as he

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

a daughter is much better!" He said to his colleague on the

don't you? Daughter is

how ugly or silly a daughter is, a miracle may occur and she may be able to marry a

…

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

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

into Timothy's ear as she spoke, raising his

with the fact that you practice

my bed during the winter,"

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

certain of that..." Timothy gave

"What?"

pig!

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

entertained by her response, and he

me down; I want to talk

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

and dashed up to

said as he

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

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 here,

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

crystal clear,

felt this was the perfect life he yearned for looking at the girl skipping happily in front of him, he closed his eyes

Rylee stood in front of a red rum horse, unsure whether to

approached the horse