Wolf President Hooks Up

Rylee was chattering as usual, forcing the chopsticks into Timothy's hands, scooping two spoonsful of vegetables, and putting them on the plate.

Her sparkle eyes stared at Timothy's mouth, as if she was waiting for someone like a baby doll to open their mouth to eat.

Timothy was caught off guard by Rylee and started to eat.

When Rylee saw that he had started eating, her spirit was instantly relieved.

It was as if Timothy was her child, who has always been a picky eater, and now eventually he could feast on the food here at a time.

Rylee almost reached out to stroke Timothy's head a few times and complimented him cheaply.

Fortunately, she was still awake, and she didn't do the stupid thing.

Timothy eats silently and slowly.

Suddenly, he realized that this meal tasted so delicious.

When the nagging Rylee was around, the whole body can become warm, as if he was taking a sun bath even the food was much more delicious.

What a wonderful thing.

“Having some of these, and take more of those, you are so tall, how can you eat less than me? Don’t be a picky eater! Come, come on, eat more of this.”

Rylee was addicted to helping Timothy's with dishes, and she can't wait for Timothy to swallow all four dishes. It's better for him to eat the dishes as well.

Timothy was slightly happy, but he kept a cold expression on his face, and asked casually, “Have you eaten?”

“Of course, I have had the meal it!”

“Are you full?”

“Of course, I'm full! I'm never ashamed of my own stomach!”

Timothy nodded slightly.

He frowned suddenly and looked up suspiciously at Rylee who was sitting on the handle of his chair, “Why are you supervising my eating like a supervisor?”

Rylee said cheerfully, “You think I'm willing to supervise you? It was Uncle Armand and the others...”

The words suddenly stopped. She didn’t dare to speak.

Rylee stared at Timothy.

Sure enough, Timothy was so shrewd that even though he had only heard some parts of the truth, he had already guessed most of the reason. He frowned and slammed his chopsticks on the table.

“Armand threatened you to come in and delivered food?”

Rylee nodded aggrievedly and explained, “Actually, even if I am ten times braver, I don't dare to come to you and supervise you having lunch, really, I don't dare to do so. Please, don’t get mad, don’t get mad at me.”

Timothy's face was cold, “If Armand hadn't threatened you to come in, you wouldn't have come to deliver the food, would you?”

Rylee rubbed his nose, “Yeah. But I should have come to deliver food, they all said I was the one who made you so angry that you didn't eat...”

Why the more she explained, the angrier Mr. Wheeler's expression is?

“You, get out.”

Timothy turned his face away.

“What?”

Rylee was overwhelmed.

Get out for real?

did she feel that Mr. Wheeler was

this, would Uncle Armand let the dog bite

before she came in, Uncle Armand had said that, if Mr. Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch happily and comfortably, he

want you

frowned irritably and pushed Rylee's ass off the

pack up the dishes

out, Timothy rubbed his temples irritably, shoving all

the old butler were surprised that

out so soon? Has Mr.

butler looked at the plate, and it seemed

and asked Rylee, “Is boss

these dishes, come on, keep

Rylee bowed to Armand.

“Actually there are no

lied to me!

dogs we raise

what you say in the future. It's disrespectful for

leaned on the sofa and grabbed the

suddenly opened and Timothy

she sat

the old butler

the car ready, I'll

Boss, don't we decide to spend weekends in the future?

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

bowed his head, not daring to speak any

Armand, “Well, Uncle Armand, you guys went to work in the company, what about me? What

You're

then stammered and retorted, “I, I am

do much work this time. As Timothy's maid,

night anyway! That was a very

She was also hardworking!

into a formal suit and went downstairs, with a gorgeous face, a graceful figure, and a firm but fast

and watched Timothy coming downstairs for a few

herself once again: what happened

even look at Rylee and

in barefoot, clawed at the glass and looked out, she was relieved until she

home, she can finally calm down

night was so dreamy and

also a thorn in

over to and pick it up. With the conversation of “Yes, yes” and “Yes, will do”, the butler kept talking

on the sofa, eyes closed, while her mind was in

cry or be happy about what

“Ms. Carroll?”

old butler's voice sounded beside

Is there something

you.” The old butler handed

“Oh? For me? What?”

took the paper curiously, glanced at it, and

teeth, “When

I then

this is the final order from her! Alright, this boy has

butler's

Wheeler by the title of “boy”? Oh, it’s disrespect, it’s so

eyes and

requirements were