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 was angrier

would Uncle Armand let

that, if Mr. Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch happily

want

and pushed Rylee's ass off the

to pack up the dishes

his temples irritably, shoving all the books

surprised that Rylee came

come out so soon? Has Mr. Wheeler

it seemed that some

and asked

he has eaten all these dishes, come on, keep your eyes open. This

Rylee bowed to Armand.

and said, “Actually there are no

lied

the huge dogs we raise are in factories

Armand, I will never believe what you say in the

and grabbed the fruit to

the study suddenly

she sat up straight and stopped eating

butler were

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

weekends in the future? Why are we going to do

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

bowed his head, not daring to speak any

Uncle Armand, you guys went to work in the company, what about

You're here

and retorted, “I, I am not fooling

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

slept with Mr. Wheeler last night anyway!

She was also hardworking!

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

and watched Timothy coming

again: what happened last night was

look at Rylee and rushed out like

and looked out, she

not at home, she

night was so dreamy

a thorn in

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

the sofa, eyes closed, while her mind

whether she should cry or be happy about what

“Ms. Carroll?”

butler's voice sounded beside

“Oh? Is there

you.” The old butler handed over a

“Oh? For me? What?”

at it, and she was shocked

“When did this

a call from Mr. Wheeler, and I then wrote down what he said. Mr. Wheeler said, he wanted you to

this is the final order from her! Alright, this boy has some

butler's eyelids

their Mr. Wheeler by the

and looked at the paper

requirements were