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, while Rylee couldn't see

as she slapped Timothy's on the head, causing him to turn his

that wasn't a slap but a

"How embarrassing can you be? Crying because I refused to carry you. Okay, I'll do a good deed

was irritated, "I'm not crying and when did you see me cry? Put me down; I don't need you to piggyback and slander me! I did

a trouble, you cried your heart out but denied,"

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

if she begged him to piggyback her! Oh, no!

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

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

much better!"

concur, don't you? Daughter is lovely

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

…

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

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

Timothy's ear

with the fact that you practice martial

bed during the winter," Timothy said

eyes widened as she realized what he meant, "Why would

certain of that..." Timothy gave a casual

"What?"

a pig! Did

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 just kill myself instead of being fat-shamed by

thoroughly entertained by her response, and he

me down; I want

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

and dashed up

said as

all of the bags to Armand before

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

gracefully with both hands in

was crystal clear, revealing

the girl skipping happily in front of him, he closed his eyes and

front of a red rum

Timothy approached the horse and stroked it