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?

she feel that Mr. Wheeler was

would Uncle Armand let the

the lunch happily and comfortably, he would

me? I want

and pushed

but to pack

out, Timothy rubbed his temples irritably,

old butler were surprised that Rylee came out so

out so soon? Has Mr. Wheeler eaten

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

asked

on, keep your eyes open. This is the trace and the proof what his

Rylee bowed to Armand.

coughed and said, “Actually there

You lied

dogs we raise are

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

and grabbed the fruit to

suddenly opened and

frightened that she sat up straight and stopped eating

old butler

at anyone, walked upstairs and said, “Armand, get the car ready, I'll go to the office after I get

future? Why are we going to do

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

not daring to

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

eyes, “You? You're here to be your no-job-to-do-but-still-get-paid

“I, I am not fooling

really didn't do much work this time. As Timothy's maid, she was

Mr. Wheeler last night anyway! That was a very tiring

She was also hardworking!

and went downstairs, with a gorgeous face, a graceful figure, and a firm

the sofa and watched Timothy coming downstairs for

what happened last night was more

even look at Rylee and rushed

in barefoot, clawed at the glass and looked out,

she can

so

also a thorn in her

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

was lying on the sofa, eyes

tell whether she should cry or be happy about what

“Ms. Carroll?”

butler's voice sounded

her eyes, “Oh? Is there something I

The old butler

“Oh? For me? What?”

curiously, glanced at it, and she was shocked by

“When

heard it, too. I just receive a call from Mr. Wheeler, and I then wrote down what he

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

butler's

Carroll call their Mr. Wheeler by the title of

eyes and looked at the paper

were written