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 angrier than

this, would Uncle Armand let the

eat the lunch happily and comfortably, he would make

I want

irritably and pushed Rylee's

choice but to pack up the

out, Timothy rubbed his temples irritably, shoving all the books on the desk

surprised that Rylee came out

you come out so soon?

and it seemed that some of it had

frowned and asked Rylee, “Is

me for the five-star service! Look, he has eaten all these dishes, come on, keep your

Rylee bowed to Armand.

“Actually

You lied

raise are in factories

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

on the sofa and

door to the study suddenly opened

frightened that she sat up straight and

and the old butler were silent

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

Huh? Boss, don't we decide to spend weekends in the future? Why are we going to do to work in the company

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

head, not

guys went to work in the company, what

rolled his eyes, “You? You're here to be

am not fooling around!

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

Mr. Wheeler last night anyway! That was a

She was also hardworking!

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

sofa and watched Timothy coming downstairs

happened last

at Rylee and rushed out

barefoot, clawed at the glass and looked out, she was relieved until she saw Timothy's

she can finally calm down

night was so dreamy

a thorn in

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

sofa, eyes closed, while her mind was in

she should cry or be

“Ms. Carroll?”

butler's voice sounded beside

Is there something I

for you.” The old

“Oh? For me? What?”

paper curiously, glanced at it, and

teeth, “When did this

from Mr. Wheeler, and I then wrote down what

nodded viciously, “After all these businesses, and this is the final order from her!

butler's eyelids

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

rubbed her eyes and looked at

were