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

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

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

I refused to carry you. Okay, I'll do

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

woman is such a trouble, you cried

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

she begged him to piggyback her! Oh, no!

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

what? He's piggybacking Rylee Carroll! What the hell?

daughter is much better!"

concur, don't you?

a miracle may occur and she may be able to marry a good man!" Armand added to his explanation as he

…

Rylee, who was not beautiful and far inferior to celebrities and ladies from wealthy families. Timothy was surrounded by

close to Timothy's ear to get a better look at his

warm breath blew into Timothy's ear as she spoke, raising his body

do with the fact

bed during the winter,"

he meant, "Why would I want to stay

certain of that..."

"What?"

a pig!

was enraged. "I'm not overweight at all! I weigh only a hundred and twenty pounds! I know I'm not skinny for my height, but I'm not as fat as a pig! I'm a little chubby;

was thoroughly entertained by her

want to talk to that big horse!" Rylee wriggled on Timothy's back, trying

couldn't help but squeeze her buttock. Rylee, on the other hand, was

and dashed up to the

Arman said as he

go." Timothy handed over all of the bags to

She took them in her hand and turned to face Timothy. "Come up here, let's go horseback

gracefully with both hands in his pockets, as if

was crystal clear, revealing

he yearned for looking at the girl skipping happily

rum horse, unsure whether to approach; thus, she

you a horseback rider?" Timothy approached the horse and stroked