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?

if she weighed nothing, while Rylee couldn't see his smiling

said as she slapped Timothy's on the head, causing

it wrong again, that wasn't a slap but a loving touch, a gentle loving touch, haha," Rylee

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

see me cry? Put me down; I don't need you to piggyback and slander me! I did

is such a trouble, you cried your heart out

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

she begged him to piggyback her! Oh, no! He was such a

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

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

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

you? Daughter

be able to marry a good man!" Armand added to his explanation as he looked at Timothy and

…

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

body 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 she didn't have a giraffe's neck to go around

Timothy's ear

do with the

think about staying warm in my bed during the

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

can't be certain of that..." Timothy gave a casual

"What?"

pig! Did you

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

thoroughly entertained by her response, and he discreetly

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

buttock. Rylee, on the other hand, was completely

back and dashed

said

you go." Timothy handed over all of the bags to

gather some flowers and leaves. She took them in her hand and turned to face

with both hands

crystal clear, revealing the lake's

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

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

you a horseback rider?" Timothy approached the horse and