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?

Mr. Wheeler was

went out like this, would Uncle

Uncle Armand had said that, if Mr. Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch

understand me? I want you to get

pushed Rylee's

no choice but to pack up the

she walked out, Timothy rubbed his temples irritably, shoving

and the old butler were surprised

out so soon? Has Mr. Wheeler eaten

the plate, and it seemed that some of it

frowned and asked Rylee,

all these dishes, come on, keep your eyes open. This is the trace

Rylee bowed to Armand.

coughed and said, “Actually there

lied to me!

huge dogs we raise are in factories

will never believe what you say in the future. It's

sofa and grabbed the fruit

study suddenly opened and Timothy

frightened that she sat

the old butler were

look at anyone, walked upstairs and said, “Armand, get the car

we decide to spend weekends in the future? Why are

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

bowed his head, not

went to

rolled his eyes, “You? You're here to be

and retorted, “I, I am not fooling

work this time. As Timothy's maid, she was

with Mr. Wheeler last night anyway!

She was also hardworking!

suit and went downstairs, with a gorgeous face, a graceful figure, and a firm

the sofa and watched Timothy coming downstairs for

happened last night was more

look at Rylee and rushed out like

looked out, she was relieved until she saw Timothy's

was not at home, she can

was so

was also a

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

sofa, eyes

couldn't even tell whether she should cry or be

“Ms. Carroll?”

old butler's voice sounded beside

her eyes, “Oh? Is there something I can help,

old butler handed over a

“Oh? For me? What?”

curiously, glanced at it, and she was shocked by

“When

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

nodded viciously, “After all these businesses, and this is the final order from her!

butler's

Carroll call their Mr. Wheeler by the title of

and looked

were