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?

that Mr.

this, would Uncle

Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch happily and comfortably, he

want you to

pushed

had no choice but to pack up the

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

butler were surprised

out so soon? Has Mr. Wheeler

it seemed that some of it

frowned and asked Rylee, “Is boss

keep your eyes

Rylee bowed to Armand.

“Actually there are no dogs

You lied

all the huge dogs we raise are

will never believe what you say in the future. It's disrespectful for the old to lie

the sofa and grabbed

door to the study suddenly opened and Timothy stepped

frightened that she sat up straight and

the old butler were silent and

walked upstairs and said, “Armand, get the car ready, I'll go

spend weekends in the future? Why are we going to do to work in the

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

You're here to be

blankly, and then stammered and retorted, “I, I am not fooling around! I am doing my job every

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

last night

She was also hardworking!

changed into a formal suit and went downstairs, with a gorgeous face, a graceful figure,

and watched Timothy coming downstairs for a

herself once again: what happened last night was more

look at Rylee and rushed out

glass and looked out, she was relieved

home, she

night was so

a thorn in her

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

sofa, eyes closed, while her mind was

she should cry or

“Ms. Carroll?”

voice sounded beside

Is there something

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

“Oh? For me? What?”

curiously, glanced at it, and

teeth, “When did this

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

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

butler's

their Mr. Wheeler by the title of “boy”?

and looked at the paper

were