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. Wheeler

went out like this, would

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

want you to

pushed Rylee's

no choice but to pack up the

as she walked out, Timothy rubbed his temples irritably, shoving all the books

and the old butler were surprised that Rylee came

soon? Has Mr. Wheeler

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

asked Rylee, “Is boss

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

Rylee bowed to Armand.

and said, “Actually there

lied to me!

we raise are in factories in the

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

leaned on the sofa and grabbed the fruit to

to the study suddenly opened and Timothy stepped

so frightened that she sat up straight

butler were silent

the car ready, I'll

don't we decide to spend weekends in the future? Why are we going to do

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

bowed his head, not daring

guys went to work in the company, what about

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

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

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

slept with Mr. Wheeler last night anyway!

She was also hardworking!

a gorgeous face, a graceful figure, and a firm but fast

sat on the sofa and watched Timothy

she reminded herself once again: what happened last night was more

didn't even look at Rylee and rushed

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

at home, she can finally calm down a

night was so

also a thorn

With the conversation of “Yes, yes” and “Yes, will do”, the butler kept talking

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

cry or be happy

“Ms. Carroll?”

voice

“Oh? Is there something I can help, Uncle

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

“Oh? For me? What?”

at it, and she was

“When did this

I just receive a call from Mr. Wheeler, and I then wrote down what

viciously, “After all these businesses, and this is the final order from her! Alright, this boy has some

old butler's

Wheeler by the title of

her eyes and looked at the

were written