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 angrier than

like this, would Uncle Armand let the dog

eat the lunch happily

I want

and pushed Rylee's ass off the

had no choice but to pack up the dishes and walked

out, Timothy rubbed his temples irritably, shoving all

and the old butler were surprised that Rylee came out so

you come out so soon? Has Mr. Wheeler eaten

the plate, and it

and asked

on, keep your eyes open. This is

Rylee bowed to Armand.

and said, “Actually there are no dogs

You lied

raise are in

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

sofa and grabbed the fruit

suddenly opened and Timothy stepped

sat up straight and stopped

and the old butler were silent

“Armand, get the car ready, I'll go to

weekends in the future? Why are we going to

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

bowed his head, not

Uncle Armand, you guys went to work in the

rolled his eyes, “You? You're here to

“I, I am not fooling around! I am doing my

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

Mr. Wheeler last night anyway! That was

She was also hardworking!

into a formal suit and went downstairs, with a

on the sofa and watched

herself once again: what happened

Rylee and rushed out

clawed at the glass and looked out, she

was not at home, she can finally calm down

so

a

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

sofa, eyes

should cry or be

“Ms. Carroll?”

voice sounded beside

quickly opened her eyes, “Oh? Is

The old butler handed over a piece

“Oh? For me? What?”

took the paper curiously, glanced at it,

teeth, “When did this

now, you must have heard it, too. I just receive a call from Mr. Wheeler, and I then wrote down what he said. Mr. Wheeler said, he wanted you to do that based on the requirement

is the final order from her! Alright, this boy

old butler's eyelids

was Ms. Carroll call their Mr. Wheeler by the title of

and looked at

were