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 weighed nothing, while Rylee couldn't see

this? I can walk," Rylee said as she slapped Timothy's on the

wasn't a slap but a loving touch, a gentle

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 see me cry? Put me down; I don't

a trouble, you cried your heart out but

anything to say. So, if Timothy said she cried, she

that jerk, said it as if she begged him to piggyback

who was waiting at the destination, nearly collapsed as he turned to face them! "Holy shit!"

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

much better!" He said to his colleague on

you? Daughter is lovely

and she may be able to marry a good man!"

…

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

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,

breath blew into Timothy's ear as she spoke,

do with the fact that you practice martial

in my bed during the winter," Timothy

what he meant, "Why would I want

can't be certain of that..."

"What?"

you weighed more than a pig! Did you ingest a stone

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

thoroughly entertained by

horses! I want to go horseback riding; put me down; I want to talk to that big horse!" Rylee wriggled on Timothy's back, trying

back, he couldn't help but squeeze her buttock. Rylee, on

back and dashed up to the

Arman said as

handed over all of the bags to Armand before following

the horses, stopping in the middle to gather some flowers and leaves. She took them in her

with both hands in his

clear,

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

front of a red rum horse, unsure whether to

rider?" Timothy approached the horse and