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?

as if

slapped Timothy's on the head, causing him to turn his head around. "How dare you slap my

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

to carry you. Okay, I'll do a good deed today and carry you for a little while," he smiled as he

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

cried your heart out but denied," Timothy

say. So, if Timothy said she cried, she would simply

to piggyback her! Oh, no! He

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

What the hell? How

agree now that having a daughter is much better!" He said to

don't you? Daughter is

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

…

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

rested her entire 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

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

anything to do with the

bed during

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

that..." Timothy gave a casual

"What?"

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

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; maybe I should

was thoroughly entertained by

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

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

off Timothy's back and dashed up to the

said as

all of the bags to Armand before following

leaves. She took them in her hand and

on the other hand, walked gracefully with both hands in his pockets, as

was crystal clear, revealing

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

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

approached