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

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

I want you to get

frowned irritably and pushed Rylee's ass

had no choice but to pack up the

walked out, Timothy rubbed his temples irritably,

surprised that Rylee

come out so soon?

the plate, and it seemed

and asked Rylee, “Is

happy! Mr. Wheeler also praised me for the five-star service! Look, he has eaten all these dishes, come on, keep your eyes open. This is the trace and the proof what his

Rylee bowed to Armand.

said, “Actually there are

lied to me!

raise are in

you say in the future. It's disrespectful for the old to

on the sofa and grabbed the fruit to

the study suddenly opened and

she sat up straight

and the old butler were silent

the car ready,

we decide to spend weekends in the future? Why are

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

not

guys went to work in the company,

“You? You're here

I am not fooling around! I am doing my

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

Mr. Wheeler last night anyway!

She was also hardworking!

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

the sofa and watched Timothy

once again: what happened

didn't even look at Rylee and rushed

chased to the door in barefoot, clawed at the glass and looked out,

was not at home, she can finally calm down

night was so

a thorn in her

house rang. The old butler walked over to and pick it up. With the conversation of “Yes, yes”

lying on the sofa, eyes

should cry or be happy

“Ms. Carroll?”

butler's voice sounded

Is there something

for you.” The old

“Oh? For me? What?”

took the paper curiously, glanced at it, and she was shocked by the

her teeth, “When

call from Mr. Wheeler, and I then wrote down what he said. Mr.

these businesses, and this is the final order

old butler's

by the title of “boy”? Oh, it’s

rubbed her eyes and

were