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 nothing,

this? I can walk," Rylee said as she slapped Timothy's on the head, causing him to turn

but a

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 for a little while," he smiled as

when did you see me cry? Put me down; I

you cried your

couldn't think of anything to say. So, if Timothy said she cried, she would simply

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

destination, nearly collapsed as he turned to face them! "Holy shit!" He cursed as he clung to a

What the hell? How pompous is

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

you concur, don't you? Daughter is

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

…

beautiful and far inferior to celebrities and ladies from wealthy families. Timothy was surrounded by beautiful women, so why did

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

do with the fact that

my bed during the winter," Timothy said as

Rylee's eyes widened as she realized what he meant, "Why

that..." Timothy gave a

"What?"

weighed more than a pig! Did you ingest a stone

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

thoroughly entertained by

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

help but squeeze her buttock.

off Timothy's back and dashed

Arman said

over all of the bags to Armand before following Rylee behind

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

other hand, walked gracefully with both hands in his

was crystal clear,

for looking at the girl skipping happily in front of him, he closed his eyes and enjoyed every moment of

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

Timothy approached the horse and stroked it