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?

feel that Mr. Wheeler was

like this, would Uncle Armand let the

had said that, if Mr. Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch happily and comfortably, he would make the

want you to get

pushed Rylee's ass

no choice but to pack up

temples irritably, shoving all the books on

old butler were surprised that Rylee came

did you come out so soon?

old butler looked at the plate, and it seemed that some of

asked Rylee,

all these dishes, come on, keep your eyes

Rylee bowed to Armand.

“Actually

lied

dogs we raise

I will never believe what you say in the future. It's disrespectful for the

leaned on the sofa and grabbed

to the study suddenly opened and Timothy

so frightened that she sat up straight

butler were silent and

said, “Armand, get the car ready, I'll go to the office after I get

decide to spend weekends in the future? Why are we going to

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

head, not daring to speak any

widened his eyes and asked Armand, “Well, Uncle Armand, you guys went to work in the company, what

“You? You're

and retorted, “I, I am not fooling around! I am doing

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

Mr. Wheeler last night anyway! That

She was also hardworking!

and went downstairs, with a gorgeous

watched Timothy coming downstairs for a few

she reminded herself once again: what happened last night was

at Rylee and rushed out like the

clawed at the glass and looked

at home, she can finally calm down

so dreamy

was also a thorn

and pick it up. With the conversation of “Yes, yes” and “Yes,

lying on the sofa, eyes closed,

tell whether she should cry or be happy about what happened last

“Ms. Carroll?”

old butler's voice sounded

eyes, “Oh? Is

this is for you.” The old butler handed over a piece

“Oh? For me? What?”

it, and she

teeth, “When did this

Wheeler, and I then wrote down what he said. Mr. Wheeler said, he wanted you to do that based on the requirement

the final

butler's eyelids

Mr. Wheeler by the title of

and looked at the

requirements were written